#russell adler is a prick

[eccentrcks]

You Can’t Break The Broken

Sneak Peek Synopsis: she is no more than an anomaly to them as much they are nothing more than her official enemies. Marlene is self-aware that no one will save her from this situation, so she has to try to find a way to save herself. Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: non-consensual drug use and touching (always ask before you touch), strong language, brief moment of violence, threats of violence, injuries, and not proofread/edited yet. Author’s Note: Starting off the new years with a sneak peek of my series! Whoo-hoo! Now remember, this is just a part from my first chapter. Which means this isn't a quarter or half of it. I'm still working on it in my own pace and I'd appreciate some feedback if you're into it. Just comment, or ask via the box above, if you want to be tag for sneak peeks and chapters! Taglist: @revnah1406

Marlene had woken up to several broken bones, shivering skin, and horribly bruised in the cold lake after throwing herself off a cliff. Rough hands yanked her out of the cold water and limp form plopped onto the hanger floor.

Then her vision blackened with her breathing low.

Eventually the twenty-year-old nearly jolted awake on some gurney. Wrists tightly strapped onto the bars through thick leathers. Although she had trouble opening her heavy eyelids, she shifted her head to try to fully wake herself.

“I didn’t think she’d recover this fast.” She heard a man’s voice spoken as a rough, calloused hand gripped onto her jawline to move her face to the right side. “Jesus, the likeness is uncanny. Only her hair is just brown instead of brown copper.” He muttered at the last sentence as it felt like she was being closely inspected. Quite uncomfortable for her.

She smelt smoke and heavy expensive cologne. Must be him, good god that’s fucking strong. Other than that, something else reeks bleach, metal, and something more you’d only smell at a hospital only.

A heartbeat monitor can be heard close by too, but on her left side. It was steady at the moment. His grip remained on her face. She couldn’t move much and felt something quietly thrumming soothingly in her chest.

“Marlene Jamie Monroe. Estimately around her early twenties. Student at Stanford since 2018. Nothing much out of the ordinary about her personal life.” A british voice of a woman is heard and sounded like she was reading off of a—

Wait a goddamn second. That’s my college ID, lady! Marlene thought angrily as she heard the heart monitor beeping slightly increased, but she could tell it wasn’t acknowledged.

“Could be fake.” The man scoffed and sounded like he was smoking and puffed a smoke. “2018? Really? Sounds like a failed attempt of forgery.” He sounded like an asshole as his hold on her finally released her.

She never felt so relieved and detested his touch from now on. So dehumanising to her. Not treated with an ounce of dignity, but she shouldn’t be surprised. How could she? To them, she’s an anomaly and complete stranger to their time. Someone- no, something that is about to be objectified.

“It looks authentic.” The woman deadpanned with a sigh, dropping the wallet down on some tray. “She can be her granddaughter or great-granddaughter due to their similarities-“ She tried theorising, but it sounded like the man didn’t want to hear it.

“Eibhlín didn’t had any children from what I know.” He interrupted her abruptly. “She didn’t even mention having any living family members. Not once.” He said firmly.

“Hmm…” She heard a skeptical hum from the British woman.

A hand caressed her hair, moving strands from her face as Marlene couldn’t even cringe away, or hit his hand off of her, but her body forcibly remained still. She hated it when it trailed to the deep scar on the left side of her neck, tracing delicate lines on it.

“Her blood test results showed something… interesting.”

“How so?”

“Her body seems to be rejecting any drugs we’ve injected into her to make the pain tolerable, but it barely affected her as it should have, and her blood showed some peculiar results.”

Jokes on you, I have a high pain tolerance. Tylenol or ibuprofen were never my friends growing up.

“What do you think is wrong with her?”

There’s nothing much wrong with me.

“That’s the point. There’s nothing wrong with her. Ms. Monroe just has something we don’t have: an advanced physiology. Much more than any ordinary person should have in themselves. Her genetics appear hereditary as well, it could’ve been recessive.”

Now I know why mom never let me go to walk-ins at hospitals… She was afraid of people like them.

“So you want to do more tests on her while I interrogate her?” He sounded miffed and sounded like he didn’t want anyone else touching her under his watch.

Fuck you.

“I need to collect as much research off of her before Hudson decides to hand her off to Requiem.” The woman said firmly back at him and stood her ground against the man. “We’ll likely have her just for a few weeks or less and I need to gather more information about her origins before anyone else does.”

Hey now, I’m not a property-

“He won’t.” He sounded too overly confident for her taste. Marlene absolutely hated it and wished she could slap it out of him if it were possible.

I’m a human being!

“I wouldn’t get that confident if I were you, Adler.” The woman said dryly.

“We got her first, Park. She’s ours.” He snapped irritably.

This genuinely infuriated Marlene from the inside and she wanted nothing more than to possibly strangle this asshole, slam his head against a hard surface, and drown him as slow as she could.

“One of their operators found her first before you and your men intercepted her.” Park said pointedly.

She wasn’t going to deny that, but these guys don’t exactly play fair with other agencies from what it looks like to her.

“He failed to handle her properly before we got to them and chased her down throughout the arctic woods.” He snorted.

To be completely honest, it’s what anyone would do if they were in my position. Waking up in the middle of nowhere, especially in the arctic, with lack of warm clothing and getting chased down by assholes. They would’ve run and fought back too if they could have.

“She took down most of your guys and theirs before throwing herself off the highest cliff before you can even cuff her. What does that say about all of our competence against her?” Oh, how much money Marlene would pay to see his face after she’d said that.

Silence.

“Hudson can hold off the director as he can before deciding anything. I want to try to get some possible vital information out of her while you do your thing.” He sounded reluctant and already too pissed off by this conversation.

I hope his pride, or whatever he has, is bruised as his stupid face. Marlene would give a kidney just to make this man’s life a living hell.

“Fine.” Park sighed.

Fuck.

Then the girl slowly fell deep unconscious again and her head dropped to the side. It’s like her mind was forcing herself to rest so she can heal faster. Whatever happens… she’ll find a way out of here.

-

Marlene wasn’t completely mobile once she’d woken up again. This time she was strapped down on a metal chair. A black bag was over her head. Breathing unsteadily and weakly looked around for any sounds on where she was.

Now she lacked shoes. Her socks. Her favourite navy blue zip-up hoodie. Her hair completely loosened from her usual low ponytail. But only remained in her dried dark grey t-shirt and skinny jeans.

The leather dug into her wrists, but it barely affected her. She heard something shutting and footsteps. Then that familiar whiff of cigarette and cologne immediately got to her.

Tensed when a gloved hand touched the back of the bag before yanking it off.

“Someone’s finally awake now.” He said gruffly and her vision was briefly blurred, but managed to get a good look at her captor after it clears.

Tall caucasian, middle-aged man with a scar on his face. He had some neat big poofy hair swept to the side with a light stubble on his face, although it looks like he shaves pretty often due to the aftershave smell. She couldn’t see his eyes due to those stupid, but nice looking shades he had on. Asshole wore some eighties attire and somehow managed to look good in it.

And in her personal assessment of him: he has to be the most unbelievably intolerant man to be around with. Too confident. Looks like he can’t take a good joke and lies easily that just eventually became a habit for him. Practically committed and married to his job. Morally grey that leans more towards the darker side than the bright side.

So in her understatement… he’s a dick. Great, just great.

“Took you long enough.” He muttered and puffed a smoke before standing in front of a tray of tools that caught her attention. A drill. Scalpels. Unnecessary different types of blades— yeah, you get the picture. So much stuff you’d need to interrogate an unwilling subject.

If this wasn’t a completely serious and unsettling situation. She would’ve had some crude, witty joke prepared to be used by now.

“You were out for days.” He commented and dragged his cigarette on an astray before turning back around to sit in front of her while dragging a stool behind him. “But you’re lucky I’ve had patience for you.” His gaze raked over her vulnerable form. Analyzing her. Seeing if she’d break and spill or rather keep her mouth shut and defy him.

He won’t break me, I’m already broken and no one can’t break what’s already broken. She thought dryly and swallowed hard and kept her face neutral. But it doesn’t mean I’m broken, it doesn't make me weak.

“You’re a tough cookie to read.” He admitted and gave a light huff. “Not everyone has that privilege around me.”

“That had to hurt your tiny ego.” Marlene couldn’t resist commenting with a cold chuckle. “You can’t always get what you want.” She repeated what her mom would always say to her or to someone else who the woman would put them in their place.

He clenched his jaw lightly and snorted. “You’re right. Not everyone can get what, or who, they wanted.” He responded back to her coldly.

“Just like us. I won’t get my freedom anytime soon and you won’t get anything out of me.” Marlene snickered and winced lightly when she realized her rib was still healing and extremely frail at the moment. That impact must’ve had a good effect on some of her bones.

“We’ll see about that.” He stared down at her in an attempt to intimidate her. “You’ll give me something and I’ll somehow figure out the rest of it.”

“You won’t, Adler.” She said blankly.

It appears her knowledge of his name without an introduction had triggered him.

He suddenly stood up and walked to her side. “I should’ve known you were somehow conscious and listening to us three days ago.” The man muttered and grabbed a fistful of her hair to forcefully yank her head back as Marlene grunted a little and gritted her teeth. “You’re too special to permanently damage, so I’ll take it easy on you from now on, Doll.”

Or unless you disobey, I don’t hesitate to use more brutal methods on you from my hands. He didn’t need to say it since his expression says it all.

She hated smelling his breath when his face neared hers. Coffee, tobacco, and a little bit of mint. However her defiant honey brown eyes met his steely gaze through those cola-shaded sunglasses he wore.

“So? You won’t be the first or last to hurt me for shit.” She impulsively spat at his face with a sneering look on her face. “You’re not special and you certainly won’t break me, asshole.”

Then she received one of the hardest backhands from the scarred face bastard for her insults thrown directly at him, but Marlene doesn’t regret saying the truth.

#call of duty #codbocw #cod bocw #call of duty black ops #cod fanfic #cod oc #russell adler #helen park #sneak peek #among them #russell adler is a prick #marlene monroe needs a hug

[godsfavoritelitlesilly]

Friendship bracelets for all <3

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[i-write-anything]

Idk if you're writing for CoD Cold War, buttttttttt I was wondering if you could write something for Russel Adler, because there's literally nothing on here, and I need to peg that man rn

Well lucky for you I do 😍

I haven't seen this character in a hot minute so I hope this in not completely garbage, im tired when im finishing this so if there is any weard errors thats why💀

Russel Adler x Dom Gn Reader Pegging Hcs

He though it looked a bit odd to see you with a strap on for the first time

You would need to prep this man for longer than he thinks

Dude is so stubborn, he would end up hurting himself bc he thinks he ready

Him trying to not let out any moans by covering his mouth

When you start to enter him with the strap the entire time he will be telling you to "hurry up" and "get on with already"

You eventually get fed up with his attitude and bottom out half way

He would end up letting out the loudest groan to wimper you ever heard come out his mouth

Him shocked be how loud he was, he covers his mouth with one hand and grips the sheets with the other

When you start thrusting at a normal pase he would be struggling to keep his composer

Him trying to shush his moans by covering his mouth

You lean down noticing this and slowly take his hand of his face while whispering how you want to hear the all sounds he makes

Leaving hickeys on his neck and collarbone as you fuck him slow not speeding up until he moves his hand

When he does you start to thrust faster and as you do this you also end up hitting his prostate dead on

Tears start to prick his eyes from the sensation

You lift his legs up a bit more to get a better angle as you fuck him

You continue with the fast pace from before but this time your hitting his prostate almost every thrust

He gives up on concealing his voice at this point and wraps his arms around as you fuck into him

Starting to pump his cock has you fuck him at a rough paste

Him babbling almost incoherently telling you not to stop but you do hear him whimper out "I'm gonna c-cum"

As you realize what he's saying he pulls you close, him squeezing his cock

He kisses you as ropes of cum gets all over him

The both of you breathing heavily when you pull away from the kiss

You ask him if he would do it again, he gives a lopsided smirk and says "Maybe when I can fucking walk"

Normal Hcs

He would liked to be degraded and praised

Depends on the mood

He would like to be degraded from: spitting, name calling (slut, cum slut, whore, ect), being fucked in front of a mirror

And praised by: saying how good hes being for you, how good he looks, etc

Hes probably into other things to like: choking, overstimulation, edging, blindfold, tied up,ect

#dom reader #request #cod #cod cold war #russel adler #afab reader #gn reader

[alphawolfcraft]

--A visit from a friend--

Bell had been hiding in Norway for. What? A few years now? It was hard to tell. The days blended in to one another making it seem like one long day. Maybe it would help if Bell got some sleep instead of staying up all night to avoid nightmares. Like now. Bell was lying on there bed staring at the ceiling of there room. Trying there best to not fall asleep. It was the nightmares that they did not want to return to. Full of memory that where never real. Their fist clenched as they stared at the ceiling for a little while longer before they decided it was no longer interesting to look at and headed down to their kitchen to grade some tea, maybe that will calm them down. Bell looked over to a tea stain over on the wall as they were waiting for the water to heat up. It was a reminder to not throw a mug full of tea around when you got emotional. It has work very well to do so.

The Tea was nice. Calm Bell ever so slightly but it couldn't stop Bell from thinking (they have been doing that a lot lately) about Adler. Not in 'im in love with you' way but 'I wish I killed you' way. The prick of a man had use Bell ,though every body had use Bell in some manner of speaking, and tried to throw them away like a use toy ,maybe they where one. Some times Bell wish Adler would know what they felt maybe even experience it. Bell knows it horrible to wish that on some one but they just want to beat his stupid face in and watch him bleed to death...

Bell should get a therapist.

A knock on the door dragged Bell out of there thoughts. Who would be knocking at this hour? It was midnight from last they checked. Pearanoyed Bell grade there gun and looked at the window from the kitchen. It was a man. His face was covert by a hood. Was he a hiker? He did not have the gear on him so he is most likely not a hiker. Bell also can't see a car that they could have possibly rod in to get here. Who is this man? Was he part of the American government? If he was he would have busted in all ready, right?

Another knock came from the door. Reminding Bell the man was still there. Tacking in a deep breath Bell opened the boor. We all die at some point right? (Still doesn't stop the instinct to run and survive) grading hold of the boor nod was the easy part. The hard part was posing the boor.

"Hello comrade" the greeting was not something they where expecting. They where expecting to get a fist in the face... Not this what ever ot was. The man in the hood was smiling like he new them. Not like the fake smile that Russel had. (Bell could never forget a smile like that) there smile slipped from his face when Bell doesn't greet him back. "They really made you forget every thing" he mumbled sounding said. He shook it off and put on a genital smile again.

"That's fine we'll just have to get to know one another again. I'll start I'm vikhor kusmin and you are?" He asked. Putting out his hand. Bell stared at the had sceptical.

"Bell" they said and shook the strangers hand.

"Bell" the man no- vikhor repeated Bells name. "That's what the called you?" He murmured. Bells pretty sure there not supposed to hear that part.

"Can I come in?" He asked. Bell gave him a glare it made Vikhor raise his hand. "You can even pat me down if you wish" Bell did not pat him down but they did lit him in. Making sure to not turn their back to him. It was one of the many small things that came back to Bell over the years. Like the smell of of summer when the snow was melting and a lake or was it the ocean? It was still to fuzzy to tell at this point.

"Should I take my shoes off or no you keep them on?" The strangers asked not moving out of the baren mud room.

"Take them off in just vacuumed" that was a lie Bell had not recently vacuum but it felt appropriate thing to say. Vikhor nodded and took his shoes off. Following Bell in to the kitchen he looking around eyes lingering on the tea stain on the wall be for moving on and seeing him self at the island.

"Tea?" Bell asked the strangers

Who wave off tje question. "You've settled in well" Vikhor observed still looking over the place.

"What do you want" Bell demanded.

"straight to dizziness as all was" Vikhor sighed. " I came here to tell you that Perseus is dead"

"You worked with him?"

"Yes under the name of stitch" Vikhor nodded

"And your not here to kill me?"

"Kill you?!" Bells words felt like a gut punch. it hurt to have such a friendly face. A friendly say though words "no never. We new they captured after we found the air port in ruins and you missing but..." Vikhor stopped. They had not realized that the Americans had brained washed Bell .turning Bell, Perseus's right hand pupil and even unofficial sibling, in to the enemy.

After a long moment Bell seamed to understand slacking their posture and finally taking a sip from the mug. "How did he die" was it the Americans? Was the unspoken question.

"They old man died naturally" Vikhor reassured Bell. Who gave a near silent sigh of relief. Only the small movement of there shoulders gave it away. Did Bell unconsciously care for Perseus's or was it Vikhors imagination? But that's not important the only reason why Vikhor was here was tell Bell that Perseus's passed. Then leave Bell to there peace.

Vikhor got up from the chare with a grunt. Bells eyes snapped up to watch what Vikhor was doing. "Well I should get going" he hummed "and leave you to you peace" he stared heading out the door stopping to put on his shoes. As he was putting on his shoes he heard Bell walk closer to him. He straightened to look at Bell. They where nervously picking at there mug.

"could you visit?" Bell asked. He was not expecting that from Bell in all honesty he did not expect Bell to even lite him in their house. He must have been staring for to long because Bell looked like they where staring to regret saying that. Vikhor nodded making Bells shoulders sage in relief

"Yeah alright. I'll come visit you later" Vikhor said softly "I'll call you next time" He patted there shoulders and left.

-end-

Ok! So that's all readers

#bell call of duty #cod cold war #black ops cold war

[gaming-universe]

Who We Are || Russell Adler

Call of Duty Black Ops: Cold War

-PART THREE-

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR CALL OF DUTY BLACK OPS: COLD WAR! IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED/FINISHED THE CAMPAIGN THEN PLEASE DONT READ! Gore, violence, course language, mature content.

Summary: Betrayed and alone after surviving the events that took place on the Solovetsky Islands, Y/n ‘Bell’ L/n faces new and more dangerous threats when she learns that Perseus has other plans for his failed nuclear detonation of Europe. It was only a matter of time before Y/n came face to face with her old team. There is unfinished business between Y/n and Adler, as this operation proves to be more deadly than originally thought.

Author’s Note: So, after finishing the campaign, I needed to do Bell/Player and Adler justice. I loved this game so much, and chosing to play as the female character, I felt like there was a genuine connection between Bell and Adler throughout the game. There is a tag list open for anyone that wishes to stay up to date with the series. Simply comment below. Gif by @travelllar​

|PART ONE| |PART TWO|

A low whistle came from Woods as Adler stumbled backward, groaning in pain as he clutched his jaw with a deep chuckle.

Mason winced at the sound, his eyes flickering between both you and Adler with a worried gleam. Adler huffed, standing tall and giving you a deadly glare. “It’s nice to see you too-”

You surged forward, ready to attack the fucking prick and release all of the rage you had built up over the last four months, but Mason was quicker. Faster than you thought humanly possible, he appeared by your side and wrapped his arms around your waist, hauling you away from the scene whilst Woods apprehended Adler. Once you were a safe distance away, Mason released you only to spin you around and place his hands on your shoulders. “Hey, hey calm down...” He soothed, smiling softly as your wild and furious eyes met his own. They shone with unshed tears as he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

You didn’t know how to react, taken aback by his sudden display of affection. Despite the fact that he knew what had been done to you all those months ago, and even though he looked at you with sadness and pity, he still treated you like you were one of their own. The fact that you had once worked for Perseus didn’t matter. Everyone had their reasons, he didn’t agree with brainwashing you, that was something he absolutely hated. He hated lying to people he cared about. You returned Mason’s embrace, sighing into his shoulder as a way to relieve your anger.

“We all thought you were dead...” He whispered, tightening his hold around you “when Woods and I found out that Adler had shot you, we left the team”.

You pulled away from him, stepping back to look him up and down with an expression of confusion. “If you left, then why did you come back?” You asked quietly, tilting your head to the side in wait for his answer. Mason grinned, “Because we wanted to do you justice. You got us to Perseus the first time, and you helped us even though the CIA took away who you were, and you helped us even though we all lied to you. So we both thought we owed it to you to put a stop to Perseus once and for all”.

You felt your heart swell with mixed emotions, feelings you hadn’t felt in a long time. Your gaze fell to the floor as you released a long sigh, before lifting your gaze to stare across the room. Adler was already looking at you when you turned, there was something dark hidden behind his blank expression, something sombre yet guilty. You hoped he felt guilty at least.

Woods began to approach, a happy skip in his step as he left Adler to his own devices. “Holy shit, Bell. I’ll make a mental note that you can survive literally anything that is thrown at you” He teased, wrapping you in a warm embrace of his own. You returned the gesture, chuckling lightly before pulling away with a warm smile. He held you at arms length, looking you up and down with a fond expression. He patted your shoulder “It’s good to have you back” He spoke lowly, to which you nodded slightly in response.

Looking over Wood’s shoulder, your eyes met Adler’s once again. In fact, you didn’t think his eyes ever left your form. Carefully, you moved around Woods, half expecting the man to wrap his arm around you and stop you mid stride. But when he didn’t, you approached the man across the room with heavy and reluctant steps. When you stood before him, you had to force yourself to look up at him, through those aviators he wore and into his eyes. Even in the small time you had known him, Adler had always been a mystery. He was the type of leader that always kept to himself, never shared his thoughts with anyone. Until now.

You could see through his facade, through those sunglasses he used as a front to hide what was going on beneath. Though he tried to appear stern and authorative, deep down, there was something he wasn’t saying. Something that made you want to ask him-

A loud alarm blared through the bunker, red flashing lights gleaming brightly throughout various locations of the room. Adler huffed, shaking his head angrily. “Fuck, we need to go. Now” He ordered, giving you a small nod before moving towards Woods and Mason. You followed a short distance behind, the four of you now ascending the stairs leading out of the bunker. It was no easy task, trying to sneak out of the base while everyone was on high alert. But it wasn’t impossible.

The four of you made it out of the base relatively unscathed, making it to the jeep you had hidden atop one of the ridges without further hassel. With Adler in the passenger seat and Woods and Mason in the back, it made for a very awkward drive back into town. The cut on your arm stung painfully, you winced at the smallest movements. And of course, the man beside you just had to notice. “You’re hurt” Adler spoke lowly, his tone somewhat concerned, but more stating the obvious. You pursed your lips, wanting nothing more than to reach the safety of Viktor’s house faster. “I’m fine...” You replied shortly, turning left and taking the dirt path up to the house “it’s just a flesh wound”.

“It doesn’t look like one-”

“Did I ask for your opinion?” You quipped, harshly bringing the car to a stop. Ignoring Woods and Mason groaning in annoyance in the background, you turned to glare at Adler, your eyes narrowing dangerously. Adler held your glare, his chest rising and falling as his annoyance no doubt grew. With a long roll of your eyes, you removed the keys from the ignition and quickly jumped out of the car, slamming the door closed behind you with a violent ‘thud’. The others followed suit, closing theur doors a little more gently before joining you at the top of the stairs on the small wooden terrace.

Viktor had left the door unlocked, in the hopes of your eventual return. You smiled faintly at his kindness. Walking into the house, you were immediately met with the concerned expression of the old man, his mood quickly changing when he spied the three men standing in the threshold. “Friends of yours?” He questioned, his eyes now examining your form with a somewhat judgemental look on his features. You turned around to face the three men, finding Mason waving awkwardly in Viktor’s direction with a light chuckle.

Nevertheless, he old man beckoned them inside. Mason entered first, followed by Woods, who mumbled a complimentary ‘nice place’ as he walked past you into the living room. And last, of course, was Adler. After closing the door behind him, Adler let his gaze wander around the interior of the house, studying the off-white walls and the wooden furniture, before returning his attention to your form. His eyes remained focused on the large bloodstain on your chest, the whole in the fabric a reminder to him of the damage he had done.

After an extensive silence, Adler cleared his throat “We should talk, about what happened tonight-”

“No, not now...” Viktor suddenly interrupted, moving to stand beside you in a supportive manner. When Adler opened his mouthto protest, Viktor stopped him once again. “You are all exhausted, and injured. Some more than others...” He gave you a pointed look, one which you responded by poking out your tongue childishly “...there will also no doubt be soldiers looking for you. You will not talk tonight, but tomorrow, when all is safe”.

Begrudgingly, Adler agreed, his shoulders sagging heavily with exhaustion. Viktor clapped victoriously, before offering to show the three men to a room they could use for the night. As Woods and Mason followed Viktor upstairs, you disappeared into the kitchen to retrieve the medical supplies that were kept in the cupboard above the stove. Managing to retrieve a spare bandage, medical tape and disinfectant, you trudged over to the table and collapsed into one of the chairs with a loud sigh. Carefully removing your long-sleeved shirt and tossing it to the side, you figured that perhaps it was time to throw the torn and bloody piece of clothing away. There was no way the blood would was from it now.

After cleaning the wound and stitching it with small strips of medical tape, you wrapped you arm with the bandage, grimacing as a blinding pain shot through your veins. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you allowed your eyes to close briefly. The memory from the bunker kept playing over and over again, Perseus’ voice echoing from somewhere within your subconscence.

Operation Hydra, you are my most valuable asset.

You were brought back to reality by the clinking of glasses, and the chair beside you scraping against the floor as someone sat down with a light groan. Opening your eyes slowly, you were surprised to see Adler sitting there, pouring two glasses of what appeared to be whiskey. “Now this, is the last thing you expect to find in an old Russian man’s cupboard” He spoke lowly, extending one of the glasses toward you with a raised eyebrow.

Despite the mood you were in, you couldn’t belp but laugh softly, taking the glass from his grasp with a small nod of thanks. As if in unison, both you and Adler downed the contents of your glasses, causing you to sigh at the pleasant burning sensation. Your eyes met, and Adler shook his head. “How the fuck did you survive?” “Why? Have you come back to finish the job?” You asked quickly, watching with observant eyes as Adler’s hand tightened around his glass, his knuckles turning white as his shoulders tensed. “We came back to Solovetsky, because we picked up some Russian chatter about our old friend Perseus. He was planning to rebuild that base up there...” He breathed, his scarred features forming a scowl “we didn’t expect to find you”.

You laughed bitterly, leaning back into your seat and folding your arms over your chest “I bet that was a surprise for you-”

“Do you realise how hard it was for me to come back here Bell?-”

“That’s not my name”.

Adler paused at your threatening tone, huffing loudly as you glared daggers. If only looks could kill. You sat up straighter in your seat, jaw clenching as you spoke “My name is Y/n, but I assume you already knew that”. When the man before you said nothing, and instead found the surface of the table more interesting, you stood up abruptly.

“Did you regret it?” You dared ask, your voice becoming soft, grabbing Adler’s attention. When his gaze met yours, his lips parted in response “Regret what?-” “Don’t fuck me around, Adler...” You snapped, violently slamming your hands down atop the table “you’ve screwed me over enough. I don’t think you understand how hard this is for me. The man I trusted with my life, the man who fucked up my mind and shot me because he considered me a loose end, is sitting right in front of me. No more lies. No more bullshit. Tomorrow, you will tell me everything you know, and I will tell you everything I know, which admittedly isn’t much. But if your plan is to just fuck me over again, then I’m already out”.

When Adler didn’t respond, you took that as your sign to leave. You ignored Woods and Mason, who watched you storm past them up the staircase to the second floor of the house. You were beyond tired, overwhelmed by the days events. 

Viktor brought you tea later that night, offering his company should you need it.

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[writer-of-various]

She Never Broke [Russell Adler/OC!Bell]

NSFW!!! WARNING: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Abuse, mentions of drugs, strong language, brainwashing. [Sorry in advance for any errors of any kind]

Emilia grew up to be tough as nails, and she was not going to let some American idiot break her, even when she was deemed broken.

Emilia heard people say they prefer to be numb, in order to not feel pain, and she thought it was a dumb wish. The numbness she felt was as if needles were pricking her whole body, shots of electricity adding up to the shock-like feeling. Her brain pounded against her skull, her nose hurt and all she could smell and taste was an irony copper; blood. No matter how hard she thrashed against the leather restraints on her ankles and wrists, it was fruitless and only resulted in her bruising and cutting her skin. Her futile attempts of escape costed her bullet wound in her shoulder to reopen, but luckily she hadn't caught an infection.

When she wasn't fighting, she was thinking about her life. How short and horrid it has been. No mother, no father, enlisting in an underground infamous network at only fifteen but being connected to said network since she was only three years old. She has seen death, illness, corruption. She has lived through explicit pain and betrayal and the feeling of not knowing what a parent or love was. She grew up too fast, raising her drunk and abusive father, having to pay for their rent, having to buy whatever cheap food she can get with whatever money he had leftover. She is tough as nails, with a hard facade and guarded heart. Even when she let her childish side shine through, she was still alert. One action, one mistake, one word, it can send off a chain of events. She was a fusing bomb, being stalled so she wouldn't explode. She may have been still a kid, but her soul was old and matured. She wouldn't break. She couldn't.

"Good morning." Turning her head, she bared her teeth at her captor, watching with narrowed eyes as he rolled over an machine she knew all too well. "Feeling compliant today, Red?" A spat of blood and spit on his shoes was the American's answer. He sighed, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of pale blonde hair and harshly pulling it back. Emilia scowled, hiding the pained whimper that begged to escape the back of her throat but she refused to make any noise.

"You have such ways to show anger, American. But I will criticize; it is a weak way to let go." That sentence alone granted Emilia to be punched, a low groan vibrating in her chest as she struggled to breathe. From the corner of her eye, the American grabbed little adhesive stickers and began to place them on her skin. Once done, he stepped back and flipped a small switch, looking at Emilia. She badly wanted to rip those stupid aviator glasses off his face so she can see his eyes, to see if he was empty, dazed, or had some human emotion.

"One last time, where is Perseus?"

"You can fuck yourself on a nuke- FUCK!" Strong voltages of electricity coursed through Emilia's body, her body flexing as she tried to blindly escape the impossible. When the shocks died down, her chest heaved up and down rapidly, sweat trailing down her pallid face as she struggled to grasp onto stability. The man stood in front of her, lips thinned as he seemed to be examining her.

"You sure are tough, kid. But I am sure I can break you from the inside out." Emilia grinned weakly, her eyes hooded as she tried to stay conscious.

"Then looks like we'll be here t-till death."

"FUCK! I-IT HURTS!" Emilia thought she knew pain. She thought she was built to overcome the pain thrown at her, whether mentally, emotionally, or physically. But she was wrong. She was proven wrong by this American, who had one day strolled into the room and injected her in the neck with something. She couldn't remember much of the passing days, her head in a haze and bright blue eyes misted over. She had lost control over her brain, she had let in the monster. She had disappointed Perseus, had disappointed Stitch and Naga and all the Perseus Agents. She could no longer grasp onto reality, depending on the American for help, for guidance.

"It's alright Bell, you are doing great. Vietnam fucked you up but I'm helping you remember. We've got a job to do."

Another injection, another set of memories Emilia, no- Bell, is to share with who she learned was Russell Adler. His name sounded so similar but with her fucked up mind, she couldn't remember. And now she feels that she disappointed Adler, who wants her to remember something.

"Our time in Vietnam, kid, who did you meet?"

Who did she meet?

"Bell, Bell listen to my voice. Stay with me."

Stay with him...

"Bell, remember Perseus?"

Perseus? Perseus...

"P-pa...p-pa..." the words hurt coming out of her hoarse mouth, but the name Perseus met something sincere to her. She didn't know what.

"...it's alright kid. Get some sleep." Adler saw his process to be coming to an halt but he felt uneasy at the amount of dosages he has been giving Bell. But MK Ultra has been working so far, he couldn't feel emotions now. He had to get Perseus. He was close.

"Y-yes sir" Bell slurred out, closing her eyes and curling up into a ball. Adler watched her, despite all the bruises and blood, she was gorgeous. If this is a different world, he would be playing all his charming cards. Too bad she was his enemy.

"Sleep well kid."

// It is short but I decided to leave it off here and decide whether or not to continue. Hope you enjoyed, luvs! \\

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