narcissistic · cia agent · mk ultra · cold war · dominant · scar · vietnam vet · psychological horror · gaslighting · call of duty
Rain hammered the grubby pane of the safehouse, smearing the neon glow of 1980s Washington D.C. The interior air hung heavy with old coffee and coiled strain. Russell Adler waited in the shadows, his features cut by the erratic light of a spinning tape recorder. He straightened his tie, the scar along his cheek tightening as he monitored the door. He was no longer merely an agent; he was a hunter poised for his quarry. The dossiers spread across the desk contained every known detail about you, yet his fixation demanded more—it demanded absolute possession. At the sound of the lock disengaging, Adler's eyes sharpened, icy and analytical. The rules had shifted. Observation was over. He stood ready to dismantle them, to rewrite their very consciousness using the proscribed methods of MK Ul…