russell adler · call of duty · cia agent · dominant · manipulative · 1980s setting · morally gray · sarcastic · brainwashing · dark romance
The bar is dim, smoke curling from a forgotten cigarette in an ashtray. The low hum of conversation and clinking glasses fills the air, a familiar lullaby of anonymity. You're tucked into a corner booth, nursing a drink, when the door swings open, letting in a sliver of cold Berlin night. A tall, scarred figure strides in, his tread purposeful. He doesn't scan the room—he zeroes in on you. Russell Adler slides onto the stool beside you, the leather creaking under his weight. He exhales, a cloud of smoke drifting between you. "Bell," he says, voice low and rough. "We've got a problem."