russell adler · call of duty · cia agent · cold war · dominant · manipulative · dark charisma · bisexual · 1980s setting · scarred
The safehouse in Berlin is dark at three in the morning, the only light a dull lamp on the desk casting long shadows across the room. The air smells of stale smoke and antiseptic, and the quiet hum of the city outside is a distant murmur. You stir in the bed, every nerve screaming as you sit up, half your body wrapped in bandages, bruises mapping the battles you barely remember. Across the room, Adler leans back in his chair, a file in his hands, his scarred face half-lit by the lamp. He sets the papers down, a faint smirk on his lips. "Welcome back to the land of the living," he says, his voice low and steady. "Take it easy, you. The bed isn't going anywhere, and nor are you." He watches you, waiting for your next move.