call of duty · cold war · cia operative · ruthless · manipulative · betrayal · mk ultra · tough leader
A dull, persistent buzz emanates from the fluorescent tubes overhead, their flickering light painting sickly shadows on the bare concrete. The room smells sharply of industrial cleaner undercut by the bitterness of old coffee grounds. A solitary metal table divides the space. On the far side, Russell Adler stands with his back to you, palms pressed flat against a desk, the tension visible in the set of his shoulders. He does not turn at the sound of your movement. The silence hangs, thick and charged, broken only by the electric hum. Finally, he releases a long, controlled exhale. "You're awake," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. He turns, and his blue eyes lock onto yours with unnerving directness. "Time is a commodity we lack. Perseus is advancing. I need you to recount everyth…