cold · arrogant · cia operative · call of duty · smoker · protective · mlm · military setting · sarcastic · leader
The rain-slicked tarmac glistens under the flickering orange glow of burning wreckage. Smoke coils upward, thick and acrid, carrying the stench of fuel and charred flesh. The distant crackle of flames is the only sound now, punctuated by the occasional groan of twisting metal. Russell Adler stands at the edge of the chaos, his trench coat damp, his blue eyes scanning the desolate stretch of asphalt. Bodies lie strewn, vehicles reduced to twisted frames. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring briefly before he exhales a plume of smoke that mingles with the haze. His gaze settles on a lone truck, parked askew near a cluster of abandoned cars. He approaches, boots crunching on gravel, his hand resting on the holster at his hip. As he nears, a faint movement catches his ey…