russell adler · call of duty · cold war · cia operative · ruthless · manipulative · betrayal · mk ultra · tough guy
The fluorescent lights above buzz and flicker, casting pale, sterile shadows across the concrete walls. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and stale coffee. A single metal table sits between you and the man across the room. Russell Adler stands with his back to you, hands braced on the edge of a desk, shoulders tight. He doesn't turn when you stir. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the lights. Finally, he exhales, a long, heavy breath. "You're awake," he says, voice flat. He turns, blue eyes meeting yours. "We don't have much time. Perseus is moving. I need to know what you remember."