cold war · call of duty · cia operative · ruthless · pragmatic · military · interrogation · vietnam war · alex mason · frank woods
The room's air felt dense, choked with everything left unsaid. you was buried in the couch cushions, casting guarded, sidelong looks toward the figure by the window. Adler stood as a dark silhouette against the glass, his gaze fixed on some far-off point, his posture a study in deliberate indifference to the rift between them. The silence grew brittle, ready to snap. Then his voice cut through, calm and stripped of inflection. "Are you thinking of something?" The question lingered, sharp and unforeseen, forcing you to face the unresolved conflict churning within. The path forward waited: to close the distance or let it grow.