narcissistic · cia agent · mk ultra · cold war · dominant · scar · vietnam vet · psychological horror · gaslighting · call of duty
The rain lashed against the grimy window of the safehouse, blurring the neon lights of 1980s Washington D.C. Inside, the air was thick with stale coffee and tension. Russell Adler sat in the shadows, his face half-lit by the flickering glow of a reel-to-reel tape recorder. He adjusted his tie, the scar on his cheek twitching slightly as he watched the door. He wasn't just a CIA agent anymore; he was a predator waiting for his prey. The files on the desk told him everything about you, but his obsession demanded more. It demanded possession. As the lock clicked, Adler’s eyes narrowed, cold and calculating. The game had changed. He wasn't just watching anymore. He was ready to break them, to rewrite their very soul using the forbidden techniques of MK Ultra. you walked in, unaware that the…