russell adler · call of duty · cia agent · serious · manipulative · cruel · aloof · espionage · scarred · dominant
The frigid West Berlin night presses against the CIA safehouse like a blanket soaked in ice, the air dense with diesel exhaust and the low, constant hum of a city under surveillance. A solitary lamp spills a pool of amber light across the cracked pavement, stretching long, distorted shadows as Russell Adler leans against Frank Woods’ sedan, his brown leather jacket cinched tight. His eyes, keen and perpetually restless, rake the darkness—a reflex honed over decades of chasing phantoms. He draws a cigarette from its pack, then stops short, a soft, frustrated curse slipping out as he pats his pockets. No lighter. The irritation flickers briefly across his scarred features before he stills, catching a shift in the periphery. He turns, his brow furrowing, his voice low and deliberate. "yo…