#park x lazar x sims

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2022

Day Seventeen: Pegging

Helen Park x Eleazar ‘Lazar’ Azoulay x Lawrence Sims

This is NSFW, Minors DNI.

Thank you.

“Hey, so those photos got back-” Sims froze in the doorway as Park and Lazar looked over at him. “Y’know what, I’ll come back later.”

“No, there’s no need. Come on in.” Park nodded him in, placing a warning hand on Lazar’s abs, his hips stilling in response.

“Really, it’s okay. I’ll come back. It can wait.”

“She wasn’t talking about work. Stay a while.” Lazar raised his head off the couch, drawing Sims’ eye contact, despite his best attempts to avoid looking at them.

Lazar had his hands cuffed to a pole over the arm of the couch, his legs hooked over Park’s hips, as she made the smallest of movements to push whatever strap-on she had into Lazar.

“Come on. And close the door, you’re letting the cold in.”

“Shit, sorry.” Sims stepped inside, letting the door fall shut behind him, still staring at the scene in front of him, absentmindedly fiddling with the files in his hands.

“Pull up a chair if you want.” Park shifted her position up, tilting Lazar’s hips up with her. “How good he looks now is nothing.”

“I don’t know if I can believe that.” Sims forced himself to put the file on the side, carrying a chair over to sit next to Park, watching as she fucked Lazar. It was awkward, just sitting there watching them, but at the same time, it was beautiful. If Sims bent his head, he would get a glimpse of the dildo Park was using, a bright purple one, because of course it was. Sims’ eyes raked over Lazar’s body, seeing evidence of all the work Lazar put into his body, and an undone gag dropped on the cushions.

Park saw where he was looking. “He’s too talkative for foreplay, but once he’s being fucked, he sounds to good too be kept quiet.”

“I see.” Sims’ mouth was wet as he swallowed, eyeing Lazar’s bobbing cock.

“You can suck it if you want.”

“Really?”

Park laughed. “You sound almost too eager. Was it really an accident you walked in just now?”

Sims' face was hot as he tried to answer. “Well, I…”

“I told him where we’d be,” Lazar panted out, interrupting himself with a groan when Park wrapped her hand around his cock. “Just not what we’d be doing.”

“Oh, Lazar. I’m not sure whether I should reward you or punish you.”

“Reward.” The word slipped out of Sims’ mouth almost unthinkingly.

“You sure?”

Sims met Park’s gaze. “Yes.”

“Then suck his cock.”

Sims tumbled forward out of the chair, taking Lazar’s cock in his mouth. Lazar let out a deep groan, the head of his cock twitching against Sims’ tongue, who’s eyes had rolled closed, keeping his jaw slack as Park’s hard thrusts were fucking Lazar’s cock into Sims’ mouth alone, leaving him content to suck or roll his tongue over Lazar’s cock in the lull seconds, as both he and Park enjoyed the sound of Lazar’s voice, every breath, groan, moan, whine, it was all music.

Sims was shocked out of his almost trance but Lazar’s shout, and his cum filling Sims’ mouth. Sims swallowed, slowly sitting back on the floor as Lazar whimpered. Maybe from Sims’ mouth not being around him, maybe because he was still full, but Park wasn’t moving any more.

“How was it?” She looked down at Sims.

“Sweet.” Sims gasped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Surprisingly so?”

“Somehow… no.”

“Told you.” She looked up at Lazar, who just about raised his head in acknowledgement. “Maybe we should have him suck your dick next time?”

“Next time?” Sims swallowed again.

“Or, he could fuck you, I could sit on your face. Does any of that sound good?” Both Park and Lazar were looking at him.

Sims smiled. “Sounds great.”

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[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

CoD Cold War Masterlist

Alex Mason

Nothing yet

Lawrence Sims

Nothing yet

Frank Woods

Nothing yet

Helen Park

Nothing yet

Russel Adler

Nothing yet

Lazar Azuolay

Nothing yet

Jason Hudson

Nothing yet

[flashbang-througthe-door]

How they'd dress Bell Tones

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Mason - The dad look:

Woods - The Hot look:

Hudson - The classy one:

Lazar - The arty look:

Sims - The Dad pt 2:

Park - The comfort look:

Adler - The confused look:

[littlemissclandestine]

Why I think Russell Adler is going to make a comeback in COD 2024

WARNING⚠️: Contains spoilers for Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War and Call of Duty: Black Ops 2

Disclaimer: This is all just speculation on my behalf of course. I've just tried piecing stuff together for fun because Russ is one of my fave BO characters even though he's a bitch but i need more Adler content stat. <33

Let's get into it peeps. HEAR ME OUT.

Buckle up. Gonna be one hell of a ride folks 🤪

We'll start off with some random/background info.

Russ was born on February 12th 1937 so that would make him 53/54 in the Gulf War era. This actually isn't that old because if you think about it, Woods was about to turn 51 in 1981 during the Cold War campaign. What's a few more years?

We last saw Adler in action post-campaign in Warzone 1.0 cinematics but we've been kept in the dark about Adler's whereabouts post-1984 (after being brainwashed and killing Stitch LOL).

This meanie in a beanie wasn't forgotten about, oh no. He appears in the new cinematic intros on startup for both MWII (2022) and MWIII (2023). See below:

He was also featured twice in the 20 year anniversary video for Call of Duty whereas COD Ghosts didn't even get an appearance (ouch): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eL_w5HmxsPI

I personally believe Adler was a great addition to the Black Ops roster and is essentially the new Black Ops 'cover boy' now. Would be such a shame and a missed opportunity not to include a character like him in the upcoming COD. One who is morally grey, does whatever he deems necessary to get the job done - a bit like Cpt. Price in MW. Got the COD fans riled up about him brainwashing and pulling the trigger on Bell too - he's already got the spotlight in both a good and bad way.

Now, let's explore my main reasoning as to why I think Mr Shades 2.0 is most likely coming back in late 2024...

🎖️First up: Gulf War mission list 🔫

Here are some of the campaign missions that will be featured in Black Ops Gulf War. Obviously, this is subject to change, however, going off what we have, look closely...

Credit: @MWIIINTEL on Twitter/X

Safehouse guys...SAFEHOUSE. Takes you right back to Cold War, doesn't it? Ugh the potential.

🕵️ Next up: The campaign for COD 2024 will dive into the CIA's role/the Black Ops timeline 🕘

I took the following snippet from this official article.

From this, we know there will be a huge focus on the CIA and who's a CIA clandestine special officer? Mhm, you guessed it - Russell Adler.

Now, according to the events of BO2, it's evident which characters have the possibility of returning out of our original BO trio - Jason Hudson, Frank Woods and Alex Mason.

💫 Alex is presumed dead after Frank shot him so he's out the picture in '90/91 until 2025 when they canonically meet again.

🪵 Woods would be in his 60s during this time too so I'll let you decide whether that's too old for him to be in GW.

Edit: Woods got SPAS-12'd in the kneecaps on Dec 20th 1989 by Raul Menendez so uh...yeah

🧊 Hudson died on Dec 20th 1989 at the hands of Raul Menendez.

Feel free to check out this website (Call of Duty Wiki) for an outline of the events after CW to remind yourself. Here's a link to the Black Ops timeline from there.

➡️ Gulf War being a direct sequel to Cold War and what that could mean 💉

That brings me onto the rest of the safehouse crew. Since GW is a direct sequel to CW, it would make sense for some characters to carry over if possible:

We, as the player/Bell, get to choose whether Park or Lazar die (or both lovebirds) in 'End of the Line'. It's highly unlikely they'll return unless the devs make one decision canon maybe.

There could be a chance we see Sims again given his bond with Adler (Da Nang etc.), his age (late 40s in GW) and his status (alive).

That leaves the man himself, Russ. Everything from his age to the fact he's CIA and was the deuteragonist in COD 2020's campaign just makes sense for him to have at least a lil cameo or even a larger role, don't you think?

📱Finally: Hints from official posts 🔎

This post from Call of duty's official Instagram account kind of sealed the deal for me.

Oh lookie - they dropped syringe-lover's famous line in a zombies post. Why would COD just drop it so casually like that without a reason and years after CW came out? They could've said absolutely anything else but no, this was purposeful.

And that's all for this episode guys and gals!

Thank you for reading!! 🫂

Do what you will with all this information but I have concluded in my silly little brain that scarface is coming back.

How he's only in one game is beyond me. Won't get a character like him ever again. Seems like a cliché war dude at first glance but dig a little deeper into the details of the CW campaign, peel back the layers and get into his psychology and WOWZERS.

Am I delusional? Most definitely.

But the possibility he might be returning...that little bit of hope is enough for me and i won't shut up about it.

This will age horribly if he isn't in GW. Forgive me for feeding your delusions too in that case. Please?

What are your thoughts? Feel free to share them! 😊

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EDIT: Y'ALL IT'S HAPPENING 😭😭

[mockerycrow]

Heyo! Can I request a Russell Adler x fem!reader w/“You son of a bitch, you promised me we’d grow old together. You promised me!” Angst where reader is a traitor working for Perseus who faked her death in Vietnam when Adler got his scars? 🐦‍⬛💙

GLIMPSE OF YOU (Adler x Fem!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

authors note; you are not bell in this fic!! bell is a separate character from you. thank you!!

[WARNING; angst, implied flashbacks.]

ADLER RUBS THE sleep from one of his eyes as he shuts his car door, keys in his other hand. It’s quite late; not too uncommon for him to be called to the safehouse at this hour, but it’s unusual to be called by Lawrence of all people. Park, yeah. Lazar? No doubt. Hudson? He’s always up Adler’s ass, no question. Lawrence, though? Must be personal. Adler pockets his keys before walking to the garage door and he bangs his fist on it a couple of times in a specific pattern, his eyes glancing around and landing on the bugs harassing the overhead light. Adler ignores the way the light burns his retinas. A minute or two later, the garage door screeches open to reveal the inside of the safehouse—all of their evidence and what-not.

His eyes land on Lazar who stands by the garage door, motioning for Adler to walk in. The air is oddly still and thick, kind of like it’s clogging Adler’s lungs as his shoes thump against the ground with every step he takes into the garage. Everyone is here; Hudson, Park, Lazar, Lawrence— Bell. Lawrence and Adler lock eyes; and boy, does Sims look nervous. It makes Adler’s jaw tense, a quiet click coming from his jaw screaming from the internal pressure. “What is it?” Adler gruffs, his tone still thick with sleep.

Lawrence is holding a file and a photograph, raised just high enough so Adler can’t see the contents just yet. “Y’gotta promise to not freak out too bad.” Lawrence’s tries to negotiate, but that only makes Adler’s eyes narrow underneath his sunglasses. He puts his hand out and does a tiny gimme motion towards Lawrence who sighs. He glances between the file, the photo, and Adler reluctantly before he slips the photo back underneath the paper clip that is attached to the file, slipping it into Adler’s waiting hand.

Adler’s heart drops when he sees a photo of the beautiful girl he knows—no, once knew. His chest tightens as his eyes lay on a photo of you, only older and more rugged. Dead and angry eyes. A version of you he’s never seen before; he’s never known. “What the fuck?” Adler spits through his teeth before he glances down at the file, reading your information, with the fucking affiliation of PERSEUS instead of MACV-SOG or even fucking CIA. “What the fuck!” He shouts louder, his heart pounding in his ears. He’s supposed to be reading your file from Vietnam, you died in Vietnam, you died there so why the hell are you on this goddamn worthless piece of paper, saying you’re aligned with Perseus?

Adler blindly walks with the file into the developing room, brushing Bell’s shoulder, who was barely able to get out of the way in time. He slams the door closed as he inhales shakily, the memories flooding back into his mind. The terrified and angry feelings during Vietnam overtake his senses; he can nearly hear the shouting and the gunfire, the fucking explosions—Adler’s eyes squeeze closed as he can feel his face being torn apart again.

An image of you pops up in his head, you wearing your uniform, an M16 lazily laying in your arms as you smile at him. Your eyes exhausted yet shimmering, somehow not being dampened from the horrors around you two. It makes present day Adler wonder if Perseus is the reason why your eyes are no longer shining in this photo. “You son of a bitch..” Adler grits lowly, his eyes opening with a new found fury as he looks back down at your picture in the low red lighting. “You promised me we’d grow old together.” He pushes out harshly, avoiding the break in his tone that threatened to spill out. “yOu FUCKING PROMISED!”

No one mentions the way Adler is more snappy, somehow more serious than before—not even Bell, who is ultimately confused on who you are. They remember a bit about you, but it’s blurry—like you weren’t meant for their eyes. Odd.

[xappetites]

one thing leads to another

Russell Adler x f!Reader (Bell) | Adler is half convinced Bell's using tenderness as a battering ram on purpose, he also needed someone to understand him more than he would ever admit, shit's fucked but that's par for the course, as always i sort of added a year between finding Bell and the rest of the game | word count: 1,672

London is a mess, but then again, all cities are. And this one has the benefit of both being friendly ground but not exactly home, in case the whole thing goes sideways. 

Besides, it’s not like Adler’s an amateur. He wouldn’t have started this game without the certainty that he’d be able to handle it, roll with all of the possible outcomes. 

No, this was calculated. 

He purposely picked the side of town where metro police drag their feet, no matter how urgent the call. And he’s carrying a trusty sedative in a hypodermic needle retrofitted into a pen, so all he really needs to worry about is Bell.

Quite frankly, Bell’s all he’s been worrying about for the past eight months, though for the most part he can justify it as just another job hazard. The rest he blames on being a sexually active human with an average libido and moderately good circulation. 

Sure, he’s seen her bleeding out, sweat drenched and bruised from several rounds of interrogation. Feverish, mumbling, staring into his soul like she could tear into him with her eyes alone. And she still slides silk soft over the ridges of his brain.

It was easy to ignore, all things considered; in that dark room with nothing but the microphone and the bell. To watch her, past whatever attraction he can’t shake, looking closely for results. But now she’s out in the world, fully convinced that she’s known him for decades; now she remembers a different Russell Adler. The one he was before the crooked line of his life proved to him that he wasn’t one for an easy ride; the man who would banter mid firefight, with the kind of gusto that makes him roll his eyes coming from Park and Lazar over comms. 

And sure, that means she’s comfortable enough to follow his instructions without much back-talk and she's amenable enough that she’ll take initiative to do what’s best for the mission on her own. She’s efficient and useful; and she claws that old playfulness out of him kicking and screaming. Even if he tries to resist, to ignore her easy jabs, the gallows humor, it’s those damn eyes and the light of affection in them that forces him to respond just to focus on something else.

It’s so obvious that even Sims commented on it, how he hadn’t heard chatter like that from him in years. So maybe that’s why Adler wanted this meeting to be private; why he asked Bell to slip away from Park when he called. Selling it as an added challenge when he dared her to find him in London with nothing to go on but the arrival time of his flight. A test of skill and loyalty.

Just as Park’s had Bell here for a week. Officially, for a briefing of the few leads MI6 has in Berlin. Off the record, offering proof of concept to the powers that be: one shining, sweet success to prove what programming can do. Work. That’s what’s behind Adler standing alone in a no name club, not the impulse to hog Bell all to himself, or the unspeakable notion that he misses her.

He’s too professional to let it show, and he knows what needs to be done, but that’s the filthy truth of him, the way his hands itch for skin on skin contact. The manufactured familiarity that allows her to touch him all the time —hands solid on his shoulders or her thigh pressed against his in the back of a cab. All the more tempting for being forbidden. More nagging in the back of his mind because he’s stealing her from the man he’s hunted for so long. 

The sensation makes Adler lay his palms flat on the bar top, check his watch. All he can do at the moment is wait. 

Two more minutes to his midnight meeting with Bell. Two minutes that are nothing in the grand scheme of his standing stakeout record of several months. Minutes that he watches tick like molasses over his wrist. Anticipation settling horrible in the pit of his stomach with the possibility that, once out of Park’s watchful eye, Bell will abscond back to Perseus. And won’t that be a fun one to explain. A betrayal he can already taste, that hurts in a way that it shouldn’t. Burning as it goes down like the whiskey that’s suddenly shoved his way over the bar. 

“I didn’t order this.”

“Your missus said you looked thirsty.”

The bartender tosses a wry smile his way too, nodding in the general direction of a very smug Bell. Who, at least, has the decency not to appear out of the smoke like this is a private eye movie, she just simply is there, close enough to touch, when she wasn’t the second before.

“You made it,” he greets her, watches her grin grow slow and tilted over her mouth. Her hips angled to squeeze in next to him, lean her weight on the bar and steal a sip off his drink. And Adler hates how proud he sounds, how his shoulders lose tension when she takes the first, poison-taster gulp of liquor like a half apology for ambushing him. 

“You doubted it?” 

“Park can be hard to sidestep.”

Bell outright giggles then, smile blinding in her satisfaction, but she doesn’t offer anything else. She won’t spoil the magician’s trick. 

“So what’s your story?” She asks instead, dipping closer still, until Adler can feel the ghostly touch of her hair against his cheek. “If this were to go tits up. Who are you tonight?”

“Well, you already told the bartender, I’m your husband.”

“Got you sore about that?”

There’s laughter in Bell’s voice, a tease of her fingertips straightening the collar of his jacket. Of course he’s fucking sore, with the way the thought goes right between his legs, aches in the pit of his stomach. Here with her lips on the rim of his glass, her body nudging insistently into his personal space like picking at a wound.

“Just wondering how believable it’d be for me to have a wife so beautiful.”

“Please, Russ, you’re the most attractive man I know.”

She moves, digging out a cigarette and flagging the bartender for an ashtray, and the extra inch of distance is such a deep relief that it takes Adler half a second to realize she’s smoking when they were supposed to have culled that out of her.

“I thought you’d quit,” he tries, as a thin, icy stream of uncertainty slides down his spine. He tries to be rational, smoking is the least dangerous of Bell’s old habits; complicated by the physiological dependence on nicotine to boot. This doesn’t have to be a sign of impending doom, he just has to keep an eye on it.

“In this line of work? It wasn’t meant to last,” she pauses, takes a drag and holds the smoke for long enough to notice she’s having his exact brand, familiar and comforting. “Besides, you give me cravings.”

The eyes, it’s always the fucking eyes. The way they catch on his scar, climbing along until she’s staring him down with nothing but open, honest desire, and a sort of sadness underneath. Like she’s given up on the magnetic pull she feels for him as soon as she admits to it.

Bell knows he’d put the job above anything, knows that’s what nuked his marriage. She knows because he told her, made her privy to things the likes of Sims only suspect. It was easy too, once he got started, to let the words get away from him; maybe not during the first session, but by the twentieth? The fiftieth? He’d find himself in the jungle of Vietnam and in the weeds of his personal hang ups all the same. 

We fought together, bled together. 

A mantra that to a degree poisoned him too. Enough to make him need this, once at the very least, to hold Bell steady by the back of the neck, tasting the smoke and the surprise on her lips. Then he has to do it again, since Bell’s crushing the cigarette out so she can pull herself closer by his lapels, run her fingers through his hair with a whisper of ‘fuck Russ’. And he is absolutely fucked in so many ways.

Fucked in the ease of walking beside her back to his hotel. And in how she sighs against his mouth when her cold hands sneak under clothes in the elevator. Adler feels his heart beating in double time as he finally works himself inside her, inch by inch so he can’t hide from this. He could regret it, he already does, as he struggles to make this last as long as he can, but he can never pretend it didn’t happen. 

He’ll always have the way she clings to him, his name stumbling out of her when he hits the angle that makes her melt, to weigh on his conscience. He’ll keep coming back to her shoulder, still slick from the shower as he rested his forehead on it, because that was the third time he’d come that night and it never lost its edge to feel her around him.

These are the things Adler knows will haunt him. Keep him up at night until he finds the next excuse to have her, in a different hotel and a different city, with the same burning desperation.

And it’s what he sees, clear as day, playing in her mind that night as he tries to drag Perseus’ location out of her. Every kiss and every single time he drew meaningless shapes over her skin while she was curled up against his side.

The way he demands the information but has not let go of her hand, the fact that they both know how this ends. And he can only fucking hope, with her brilliant eyes burning through him again, that she can forgive him for falling for her.

[rosebarry16]

~~~~~~ 2 o'clock hook up~~~~~~

(adler x male bell)

Warning : Smut, strong language, alcohol

Also this isn't my first time writing but I just got an idea and here we are and Iam so sorry if it's terrible, I tried my best and I'll do better in the future :')

Enjoy :3

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It's 2 A.M and everyone was asleep except for two human beings, they couldn't sleep nor feel like they wanna close their eyes.

Bell couldn't sleep because of memories and flashbacks are hunting him since the brainwash process occured.

"shit.." he sat and held his head, feeling the temperature rise. It hurts him too much that he wished someone would be near him to comfort him from pain,

he couldn't take it anymore. He got up from his bed and exited the bedroom, he felt dizzy but ignored it and went downstairs to the kitchen.

The kitchen was nothing but dark as moon light takes over the place, bell went to the counter and picked up the phone. He dialed the number and hesitated to call but he dialed it anyway

*On the other hand*

Adler was in the dark living room smoking a cigarette, watching out the window. He got distracted when the phone started to ring. He answered it

"hello?"

"oh..hey, I didn't know you we're still awake."

"yeah I'm still awake, why are you up so late?"

"I'm getting flashbacks again and it's hurting me so bad, what about you?"

"just stress or some kinda shit"

"uh...i was wondering if you would hang out and maybe drink or whatever"

"sure, give me a minute or two"

"no adler, don't worry I'm coming to pick you up"

"you sure?"

"yes I'm sure"

"then I'll see you" he hanged up the phone and waited for bell to arrive, 30 minutes passed and someone pulled up in front of his house. Adler looked outside then took his jacket and headed to the car, he looked at him and drove of.

They were in the car. Gazing at the ocean waving, bell decided to break the silence "how long haven't you been sleeping?" he asked "I do sleep but 2-3 hours then I wake up, even if it was too early I can't go back to sleep" adler explained and bell nodded in understandment but at least adler doesn't get kept from sleeping from over thinking or flashbacks.

"although I should be asking that question bell." adler looked at him as he took a sip of whiskey "these memories and flashbacks are fucking me up, it's a pain in this ass they won't let me sleep. I don't remember the last time I slept without feeling anything" adler got closer to bell and continued to listen

"I just can't go on with this, I'm tired. What hurts me alot no one is with me to bear my pain and I'm so lonely...like..." bell struggled to go on so he smoked and his eye got back to the bluse ocean.

Adler's hand climbed bell's hand and squeeze his fingers underneath bell's palm "I can be there to protect you" bell didn't believe his words at first but kinda felt like adler cares about him more then anyone

More then park, Sims, lazar or Mason and woods

Hell, he's in love with him but he just treat him like anybody else in front of everybody, that's the outside but on the inside.

He'd do anything to protect him, guilt is growing inside of him but he has to do what he does to bell for avoiding perseus from destroying Europe and get informations related to the locations they want to know about.

"bell, I'm not sure how to tell you this but I can make the pain go away" bell smiled like adler just told him a joke and kept drinking

"you can't"

"what if I told you I'm capable of doing it?"

"prove it blondie"

"Your challenging me?"

"yeah and since I'm a bit drunk, I bet you don't know how to make me busy"

"oh yeah? Let's go back to your place and I'll show you"

Bell started the engine and drove away, while driving adler noticed bell has a boner since they argued. He acted like nothing happened and waited until they pulled up to bell's house.

Adler and bell got upstairs as they're making out, adler pushed him to the bed and got on top of him, their tongue were fighting and bell's hands slowly went to adler's ass, they stopped to take a breath and pulled away but his saliva is mixed with bell's.

"come on, show me what you got"

Adler unbottened bell's pants and took out his hard like rock cock, at first he started to lick the tip softly then got into his mouth. Going back and forth and looking up at bell who moans and placing his hand on adler's blonde hair, he got going crazy by controling his tongue underneath his cock and stroking him while sucking.

"adler I think I'm gonna-"

"not yet bell"

He did not want to end it without feeling his cock throbbing in his throat, bell couldn't take it and went deeper until he reached adler throat. Making him choke but that's not it.

After the deepthroat, bell got alot hornier and ready to fuck the shit of him, he grabbed adler's hips and began to rub his hard cock against his ass. Adler didn't really want to be teased so he got idea of making bell go in, his moans and grouns were driving him insane

He begged him as he was going in and out, adler grabbed the bed sheets from how pleasure is getting to harder and more stronger. Bell started to stroke him,

"oh fuck! Ahh~" he was too sexy to keep going on teasing but bell kept thrusting hard "bell your so big, tear me apart!"

adler begged and kept making lewd sounds but as soon as he wanted to continue he felt a bash into his hole, he started to thrust.

"keep fucking me, fuck me like you're using me..just like I used you"

"I'm gonna break you so hard"

"come on motherfucker, that's what you got?"

Bell got more harder and harder, his right hand gasped adler's neck but since hearing his moans and beggings he has to cum

"I'm gonna c-cum!"

"cum in me bell, that's it. Fill me up you useless russian cunt~"

He took his last thrust and cummed into adler's hole, adler on the other hand felt bell's thick cum filled his hole as he was cumming.

They were covered in cum and saliva. Goddamn...late night fucking was the best,

"I told you"

"that's was amazing..you really proved it "

Bell held adler close, they kissed and one more time and drefted to sleep.

The end...

[twistedbloodstain]

frank woods x reader : are there still beautiful things? | domestic! frank woods headcanons

plot : the one where frank eases into the daddy mantle.

tags : fluff, domestic!frank (it’s what he deserves), kids

part two

masterlist

he is a fun dad and there’s nothing that can change my mind.

with fun there is chaos so your kid coming home looking in a carrot costume after a father and son bonding stroll isn’t a surprise anymore.

after giving birth to your baby he watches over the two of you like a hawk. he also lessens any work for you to do in the house.

with that being said, he always has the initiative to go and put your baby back to sleep when he cries at night.

the other night, you heard cries from the baby monitor, you noticed frank wasn’t at his side of the bed so you went to check the nursery. the door to the nursery was open, you sighed in relief hearing a gruff voice in there knowing frank’s settling in the daddy mantle quite well.

you walk in, seeing his back on you. his arms huddled up, hushing the cries to comfort his baby.

“hey little guy,” he coos, “what’s wrong? you want your mom?” he softly asks, “she’s fast asleep, hope i’ll have to do.” a chuckle escapes his throat as he slowly rocks the baby in his arms to sleep.

“you and your mom.” he continues, “you two are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” pausing to caress his son’s forehead. “and i wouldn’t change a single thing.”

*cries*

although at this age the baby’s unlikely to remember the fun and splurges spent on him, frank always gives his best to his kid since he didn’t have the best childhood, he doesn’t want his kid to doubt that he isn’t loved.

his level of chaotic energy matches the same level of his protectiveness.

he’s always wary of the people around his kid especially when they’re people he’s unfamiliar with. however if they’re his friends or yours, he has his guard down.

loves taking your kid out for strolls.

would definitely arrange playdates with his son and the neighborhood’s kids.

gets silly father and son matching outfits but sometimes it’s just onesies.

since he’s pretty new to this stuff, mistakes will be made. nonetheless he learns from them pretty quick through trial and error.

sometimes things get too overwhelming for him so he takes some breaks, some alone time and a few bottles of beer after that he’s good to go.

in conclusion frank woods would make a great dad.

author’s note : expect a toddler version : D also if you have a cod request feel free to ask! sorry if this is short 😺

[softcallofdutyimagines]

Pleaseee do age diference headcannons with the safehouse + weaver, just like the way you did in "more than a woman".

Ps., I love "more than a woman", i think i read about 10 times each cap. Your works are amazing😍

This got so buried and I'm sorry, but this is legit a JUICY ASK

I'm 100% sure that the whole fandom thanks you for your service in sending this ask Anon 😫🙏🏻 Also, thank you!!! I'm so glad you liked it ☺️

Adler

Adler is the type of guy who deep down knows he's getting older, but still wants to act like he's one of the young bucks regardless

So basically, a constant mid life crisis

Anyway, all that to say that while he'd act super chill about having a notably younger S/O, he'd really be pretty self conscious on the inside

He worries about how you feel, and likely succumbs to some sort of made up pressure to desperately hold onto any fleeting remains of youthful features

Which is quite the tall order, given how he already feels about his scars and disfigurement

Moments like that are pretty rare between the two of you however, as he's extremely reluctant to show weakness or insecurities, even to you

Most of the time he just enjoys your company and treats the relationship like any other

Although, he counts himself quite lucky tbh

He never thought he'd get another chance at love after his divorce, let alone with someone so sweet

Hudson

Oh man, Hudson is EXTREMELY self conscious

Before you got together, he was very hesitant to make things official

He's the type to constantly ask for confirmation that you're sure you want to be with him period

Especially considering the age gap

If you're the teasing type, it's pretty easy to fluster him, particularly in public

Calling him daddy will instantly turn him red

He pretends to hate it and tells you to stop, but...

Let's just say, he's happy you're as hard headed as he is

Lazar

Honestly, he's just the complete opposite of Hudson

I'm sorry, but you can't look me in the eye and tell me that Lazar, the king of beef, doesn't love being called daddy and in turn calling you baby

He treats you like royalty, 100%

Even though he'd be just as gentlemanly to someone around his age, he feels extra special that he gets to treat you as his younger s/o

He takes you to tons of fancy places, even including other countries

You are 1000% spoiled and he wouldn't have it any other way

Mason

He's a bit shy, but I'd say he's more so flat out surprised that you'd want to be with him

I guess he's a bit like Hudson in that sense, he's aware he's not really the Ideal Boyfriend as far as personality and so forth, but the age gap is what really sends him for a loop

Mason's never really thought about being with a younger person tbh, he always figured he'd be lucky to get someone around his age in the first place

You guys have that "sparky young kid" and "tired old(er) man" dynamic lmao

At the end of the day, he's just happy to be in a loving, healthy relationship, so if you like pet names or giving him nicknames, it doesn't bother him too much

Park

Honestly, she has NEVER pictured herself in an age difference relationship, let alone as the older one

Like most women, she's not a big fan of being made to feel "old", as it were

However, surprisingly this relationship with you doesn't make her all that self conscious at all tbh

She likes to joke about the age difference usually and will make the occasional joke of basically being your mom

She's not a huge fan of being called mommy or anything, but it doesn't particularly both her as long as it's used sparingly

Usually it just makes her laugh

She is very protective of you too tho, so perhaps it's just a touch fitting

Sims

He is a total sugar daddy about it

Sims doesn't care about money all that much, so he'd much rather spend it on you

The age difference really doesn't bother him either

He's a lot like Park in that he kind of thinks it's just funny

Also, he's super big on nicknames and especially pet names

Definitely doesn't mind if you call him daddy

Just.... Not around anyone he knows, ok?

It's not that he's embarrassed to be with you or anything, it's that he wouldn't want to reveal his soft side in front of his war buddies

Weaver

Weaver isn't ashamed or afraid of the fact that he's getting older, unlike some of the others

However, the concept of being in an age difference relationship is totally foreign to him

He's another one that's already shocked to be found attractive on his own

But considering that he's so much older then you too and you're still not scared off...

He just can't believe it

Weaver falls right into the "daddy" role pretty quick tbh

He's protective by nature, so this is basically just an opportunity to let out his personality and instincts

Weaver is the definition of a silver fox, he's a complete gentleman to you and tries to keep himself looking spiffy for you, especially when you go out together

Woods

Woods is probably the only person on this list who would legit want a relationship with someone younger then him

Not in a weird way of course, it's just that he's far too wired and wild for women his age

His only chance is someone who's just as electric and as much of a kid as he is

If he could find someone like that who would give even him a chance, he'd be impressed and extremely grateful to boot

The relationship is pretty normal tbh, he takes you out to do all kinds of fun stuff

Just as long as you're not too hypered up lol

He does get tired a little faster then he use to, so he'd appreciate it if you don't remind him of it lol

[darlingor]

Adler: That’s ridiculous, Bell doesn’t have a crush on me.

Park: Yes they do

Mason and Woods: Yes they do

Lazar: Yes they do

Sims: Yes they do

The whole CIA: Yes they do

Bell: Yes I do

[cryinginthebackseat]

you’ve got more poison than sugar - part iv

AO3  part i  part ii  part iii

Fandom: Call Of Duty

Pairing: Russell Adler x Bell

Words: 5.856

Warnings: some mild sexual content and swearings, like usual. 

Author’s note: hello, hello, i'm back. it's been 6 months since the last time i updated and I'm truly sorry for the delay, but i ran out of inspiration the first 2-3 months trying to write down this beast of a chapter, but thank god i managed to pull through. a word of warning, though, this chapter is quite the emotional rollercoaster ride to read so, buckle up, fellas *laughs nervously*

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“my hunger burns a bullet hole, a spectre of my mortal soul,” - radiohead

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Adler learns two things:

Bell is most definitely, unimaginably loud in bed. A contrast to her usual close-lipped routine.

He thinks he can’t get enough of her taste. If he has to choose between heaven and that baby doll softness between her thighs, he'd choose her over and over again even if he'd burn in hell for it.

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March 8

It seems a tad too pedestrian and normal, that they're now sitting side by side in her bed, naked, chain-smoking. His hand caresses the inside of her thigh. She's still warm there.

“Tell me something, have we ever done this before?” Bell asks in that sleepy, scratchy, post-sex drawl that never fails to strike him in the heel.

“Done what?” he asks, being purposely obtuse.

Bell rolls her eyes. “This. Fucking, getting it on, going all the way- whatever the heck you want to call it."

“No,” Adler admits. “Our relationship had always been strictly professional, actually.”

“Until now.”

Adler can’t help the smirk pulling his mouth. “Until now,” he echoes her words. “You don’t exactly make it easy for me, Bell- you never have," he quickly amends.

She nods and takes another drag of her menthol cigarette. Her face is shuttered, calculating, in other words, dangerous, nothing like the raw openness he’d seen her hours ago. The memory of it sits tangible and confusing on him. Adler remembers everything: the hot, wet clutch of her around his cock as she came, her blunt nails marking red all over his back, her mouth pressed against his cheek as he felt her skin overheat under his.

He’d licked at his teeth when she went to the bathroom.

He knows what Bell tastes like now.

“Why now, though? What changed?” she asks now, honestly curious. “Did it really take Alex to stick his cock inside me for you to finally cave?”

Beside her, Adler goes still as a bomb. His sex-addled brain carefully considers his answer. How awful if she caught his smoke and mirrors now, of all times.

Fortunately, it’s easy to slip back behind his mask. “No. No, it’s not like that.” He’s been taught to shapeshift to get what he wants. It’s easy like this, lying. “I was married,” he continues.

“Oh… Oh, right.”

A miniature of pause stretches. A breath escapes her; a start of a laugh, tinged with something that sounds a lot like embarrassment or frustration.

“Actually, no, I don’t have any recollection that you were married," she admits, voice unsteady. "Hell, I barely recognized you when I woke up."

He is left staring at this beautiful, abused, raw woman beside him. If he must kill her, he might as well make it matter.

"Hey," Adler says softly. "Look at me." Bell, however, remains stubbornly still, so he grasps her chin with his free hand and tilts her face towards his. She looks up at him with a vulnerability he’s never seen in her before, no sharp edges, no mask.

"Hey,” he says again and kisses her forehead, her temple, her cheek. “It’s alright, Bell. You’re alright. These things take time, but you don't have to shoulder this all on your own. You've got me."

She pulls away and looks at him, her eyes searching. “Yeah?”

He holds her gaze, but he’s confident he’s giving nothing away. This doesn’t have to mean anything, he tells himself. Nothing at all.

“Yeah." The words roll off his tongue perfectly. Lying to her is easy. "Yeah, you've got me."

Only sometimes, Adler wonders if the guilt he’d feel for telling the truth would be less than the guilt he feels for lying to her.

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Bell walks him to the door, barefoot and indolent. He decides not to stay. There’s no reason for making this than what it already is. Except Adler doesn’t know what any of this is supposed to mean.

She'd snatched the blanket off the foot of the bed and draped the quilt around her naked form. She's quiet now, like she's thinking or maybe she’s regretting what they've done.

Adler wouldn't hold it against her if it's the latter. He knows damned well he wasn’t supposed to fuck her, he has no clue why he did what he did and now he can still smell her all over him, taste her when he moves his tongue and Jesus Christ, he really is fucked, isn’t he?

He saunters past her, hand reaching out the doorknob. Bell grabs him by the wrist and he turns back to look at his hand, their hands, then glides up to her face. Her face is that hard to read in the semi-darkness, but there’s a nervous glint in her eyes.

“Bell?”

She doesn’t move; her fingertips are cold against the cuff of his leather jacket.

“Do you really need to go?” Bell asks glibly.

Adler blinks. The corner of his jaw leaps, a twitch. It doesn’t matter, his head says. None of this has to mean anything, but he’s desperate to know. “Do you not want me to go?”

“I don’t know.” She’s frowning now, still not letting go of his wrist. “I don’t think so.”

Something like fear settles over him. It’s not Bell he’s afraid of, not anymore. It’s him. He’s afraid of what he's about to do.

“What do you want, Bell?”

He moves his hand and entwines it with hers. His body bows towards hers until their foreheads touch. Their noses bump together. She smells exactly like him- or is it him like her? There is no telling which is which anymore.

Bukowski once said: 'There is always somebody about to ruin your day, if not your life.'

Bell mustn't know that she’s ruining him. It’s not like he’s keeping tally, after all, how could he know this city was tailor-made for his downfall? But she will. She’s already ruined him.

“What do you want?" Adler whispers, his mouth- his cheek is rough with stubble as it’s pressed against hers. "Tell me."

Bell exhales, like relief. Then she does: “Stay.”

He doesn't react, doesn't move. He’s weak. This is a fall of his own making. He’s chosen this, not Mason, not Perseus. But his.

“Say it again.”

"Stay, Russell." A drag of mouth and teeth over the hinge of his jaw and he fucking caves every single time. "Please."

Adler sighs, like he’s been waiting for that word all his life. No one has ever asked him to stay and said it like they mean it. Of course he stays.

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March 9

In the morning, Adler ties his shoes on the bed he fucked her on last night, but they get ready with the unspoken agreement to arrive at the Garage separately.

He’s to leave first. Bell approaches him, handing him his jacket. He, at least, has the grace of keeping a straight face about this strange domestic dynamic going on between them.

Bell brings her mouth closer to his.

“Be careful,” she says and then she kisses him, almost tenderly compared to last night.

He nods- don’t worry, it says- and pulls her to him. Adler knows her this way now, the shape of her body against him, her face close to his, close enough to hit save.

“Don’t forget to take your meds,” Adler utters. He kisses her bare shoulder and moves towards the door, wondering why he did that. “I’ll see you at the safehouse.”

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Adler had to trudge through a ridiculous amount of dossiers to find replacements for Mason and Woods since they’d deserted the team, but he found them- a Marco Ocaña and a Gary D'alessio. One of those sharp-jawed, dark-haired, no-nonsense types that remind Adler, unfortunately, of two things in the following order: they’re only half as effective as their predecessors and the blame for this is exclusively, solely on his shoulders.

And now they’re here, picking up where Mason and Woods had left off. But it’s not the same.

Adler is looking over the evidence board, reviewing the intel they’ve gathered so far on Hastings, when Sims appears at his side.

"What's your reading on the temperature, doc?" Sims asks suddenly. There’s only them in the corner, while the rest of the room moves around them.

“What, on Hastings?" Adler asks back, not looking away from the board.

"No." And Adler twists his head to him, a curious brow raised. Sims nods his head towards the direction Adler can’t see. "Ice cube with his new chewing toys yonder."

Adler turns around. Halfway across the room, Hudson orders and barks in that cold, machine gun staccato; D’alessio pages through a black leather binder, laser focus; while Ocaña, the unwilling understudy, frowns behind the desk. It’s the fucking Jason Hudson special.

Faint amusement crowds Adler’s face. “Someone’s thinking of knocking Hudson’s teeth off, someone’s actually going to do it."

Sims snorts. "Man, I'd pay to see that happening."

"Get in the fucking line." They both smirk. Adler turns back to the board. Neither speaks for a moment. "So, you wanna cut the shit and tell me what's eating you?”

Sims' face goes cagier, before he laughs, wry and forced. “Hang on, I’m getting there,” he drawls.

"I mean, small talk? You?" Adler's smirk grows. "You really have gotten old, haven't you?"

"Yeah well, fuck you, doc."

Adler chuckles. "Hey, hey, relax. I'm just trying to pull your leg a little, Law."

"Uh uh. Right. Jesus, why did I even bother volunteering for this operation again?" he says, but his lips still tilt up into a small smile. Then it slips off of Sims’ face, as if it was never there. “But yeah, I wanted to ask you something.”

Adler thinks he knows what it is, but nods anyway.

“Why did you do it?” Sims asks with that practiced carefulness. There it is: the real purpose of this conversation. “Why did you tell him?”

A breath escapes Adler. The thing is, he doesn’t think he has the answer to that either (this is false. He does know, but refuses to call it by name and he’s not sure what to do with that), but there is that ambivalence to what feels good and what’s right, and it just struck him, with resignation and dread-filled clarity, how he would purposely take the path that gains the most collateral until he's fucked and that’s awful. Awful because it fucks up most of everything external in his life and for some reason, he can't stop. He keeps doing it over and over again, fucking himself straight in the ass and then feeling bad at everything, and then going ballistic nuts and then fucking things up even more until eventually he has no choice but to sack up and clean the mess he's made.

“I don’t know,” Adler says after a pause, “I guess I thought I was doing what’s necessary to win.”

Sims nods, like he’s expecting that kind of answer from Adler. “And was it worth it?”

Was it? The answer to that he thinks, the one he refuses to take at face value let alone consider, is that he knows he can’t always test his strength and luck by how far he can bury himself and dig himself out at the last second. One day, it’ll bite him in the ass.

One day, he is going to reap what he sows.

He ducks his head. “No,” Adler finally says. “Fuck no.”

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It has started drizzling when Bell slips inside the car.

They're a few odd blocks away from the safehouse, where she had waited alone for him on a chilly, blustery March night.

Bell ducks her head into the collar of her coat as she makes a beeline for his car. Adler reaches across and opens the passenger door from inside.

“Hi,” she says, as she enters. Her hair’s damp and messily pulled back at the nape of her neck and she looks impossibly astronomical like this, in the brusque lights of his car. But a beautiful beast will always be a beast, and he mustn't forget that at the end of the day, this is all just a game. “Where are we going?”

Adler puts the car into gear. “How’s Italian for dinner sounds to you?”

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After dinner, they left straight to her hotel.

Bell lets him fucks her again that night, into her desk where all her medicine and papers are sprawling haphazardly on the tabletop. The wood cries out and thuds noisily against the wall. His mouth finds her breasts through her lacy bra and bites. Bell whines. She takes what he gives her. She grabs onto his shoulder, her other hand roughly twisting into his hair and pulls and something jackknives in him. Something primal. He doesn't stop fucking her, murmuring, "that's it. Come for me, Bell," in her ear until she's shaking violently and he feels her coming apart around him.

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March 10

He wakes up before Bell does and slips out of her bed to get ready.

He pads back into the room from the bathroom, scooping up his clothes only to hear Bell stirs in the bed. Adler turns to face her, eyeballing the curious lines of her flesh as she stretches and mewls, that narcotic way she moves. Her nipples are pink and bruised from where his teeth had grazed them; her legs parted slightly.

And he can't fucking look away. He should really look away. He can only look at her and the satisfied quirk of her mouth suggests that she was aware.

“Morning,” Bell mumbles in a yawn, feigning innocence. That minx.

“Hey,” he replies, his throat suddenly feels tight. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I usually get up around this hour.” She stretches and yawns again. She looks at him. “Well, you’re all dressed up.”

"Thought I’d head downstairs and get us something to eat. Are you hungry?”

Her mouth suddenly spreads into a closed-mouth grin. “Famished,” she intones, voice low and there’s a bit of that coy, I have my finger on the pulse of those who crave me, neo-noir undercurrent to it.

She props herself up on her elbows, spreads her legs wider. He can see her that much clearer now, wet and bare just for him.

“Okay.” He takes off his sunglasses and tosses them carefully onto the table. “What will you have?”

She frowns, confused lines drawn between her eyebrows.  “I wasn’t talking about food.”

Carefully, Adler sheds his jacket. He comes to her and it's like a wild animal wearing his skin every time. There’s that wanting again, that impulse pulsing through him, to the point where the ocean demands violence and the only thing left to do is drown.

So he does.

“Neither was I.”

And then he gets down on his knees.

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In his car with Bell, on the way to drop her off at a nearby bus stop, Adler sees her rubbing her temple and wincing ever so often.

Adler places his hand on her thigh and asks, “You okay?”

Bell turns to look at him, glassed-off blank, like she’s being sedated. “Hmm?”

A frown quickly descends over his face, tinged with something akin to fear. “You keep rubbing your temple. Headache?”

Bell turns his hand over, her fingertips soft against his skin. “Yeah.” Her hand closes around his then, and holds him in place. Like he’s her only anchor. “Yeah. It’ll usually pass, though. Don’t worry about it.”

But he worries anyway, especially when he can tell from the sidelong look she gives him it’s not true, but now his tongue is chained to the roof of his mouth.

“Okay,” Adler eventually forces the word out. The record crackles. “Let me know if it gets worse." And she nods.

There’s no denying it, time is catching up to them. Their two week is almost up. It’s moving fast. They need more time.

Maybe he’s only deluding himself at this point. After all, he knows all too well there is only one way this could go and it usually ain’t with the two of them walking out of this alive. It’s when you know what you’re up against, when you know the dyad that is Bell and Adler is never meant to form a line and the possible answer narrows itself down to that single marker in the center of the screen. Only that.

But Russell Adler is just human. Without his persona and gravitas, he’s no one. Only a name; a man. And for once, Adler lets that man govern his emotions.

Maybe that’s why he allows himself this one moment of weakness, when he wishes they had more time.

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There’s a knock on the door. Adler switches his gaze from the papers to the door only to see Park marches inside his office furiously.

“You’re playing with fire,” she declares once the door’s locked.

Across the desk, Adler’s face is cautious and cold, his posture stiff. Park isn’t dumb, he should have known that it’s only a matter of time before she finds out.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She points an accusatory finger at him. “You bloody well know what I’m talking about,” Park spits out, waspish. She stands there, fucking staring daggers at him; a gun with its safety switched off. “Or do you want me to drag her in here to jog your memory a bit?”

Adler scowls at her, then exhales. It’s time to face the music, he thinks. He needs to choose his next words carefully.

But first, “How did you know?”

“I am not the one who wears sunglasses indoors, thank you very much.”

Adler sighs. “Who else knows?”

“I’m not sure, but Lazar already has a sneaking suspicion about the two of you. So, I’ll say it again: you’re playing with fire.”

"I know what I'm doing."

“Oh, yes, of course. I’m sure you do.” Her voice laced with sarcastic mockery. “I thought the point of telling Mason about her is to nip this in the bud?”

“No, Mason was gambling the whole operation because he couldn’t save his own marriage and needed someone to keep his bed warm. This is different,” Adler says, almost sounding like he really believes it.

“And how is this exactly any different?” she demands.

“Because none of this is real.” He doesn’t know why he says it, but it is the truth- a sliver of it, at least. It’s the first time Adler acknowledges it aloud, though, and in a way, he’s got to thank Park for making him say this. At times, it’s so easy to let the lines become a blur until it’s like looking into a blank sheet of glass. “It’s nothing. Just a ploy to keep her close."

Park is quiet for a while. Adler can tell she still doesn’t approve of any of this, but a pause means uncertainty; it means she’s considering this.

“Christ, Adler,” she says, softer now and shakes her head, once and then again. “You’re putting everything we’ve built on the fucking edge here and if it plummets, do you really think you come back from this?”

“If everything goes according to the plan, then it won’t come to that.” But Park doesn’t look convinced. “Park, trust me. It’s all sewn up. I wouldn’t have done this if the odds weren't in our favor.”

“That doesn’t mean I approve of this… this farce.”

“Listen, I understand your concern, but save it for somewhere else, hmm? I’ve got this,” Adler argues.

“Alright.” She holds a hand up. “Alright, fine. I just thought it would be unconscionable for me if I didn't say anything regarding this."

"And I hear you."

"Oh, you better." Then she spins on her heel to leave and scoffs, as if he's nothing but a lowly piss boy at a tavern. "Men and their cocks."

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Later, he tells Bell about his little ‘tête-à-tête’ with Park and to his utmost surprise, Bell snorts and laughs.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” She waves her hand half-heartedly at his confused stare. “Well, it’s not really a nothing, actually, but Park once warned me about you. Told me to give you a- quote-unquote- ‘wide berth’.”

Adler hums, like it’s funny. Maybe it is. Maybe the point of this whole thing is to see who has the last laugh.

“That’s one way to phrase it.”

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March 11

Here’s another way to phrase it:

He finds Bell crying that night. It’s 2 am.

A harsh breath escapes her. Sounding like a pained gasp, then she opens her eyes and sits up, her body angling towards the door. Adler watches as Bell stays that way for a solid 2 minutes. There is something way off about her, like she's forgotten whose skin she lives in. She's gripping the bedsheets so hard like she's hurting even if her face is blank.

Honest concern rushes through him. Adler makes his way to her. He stops in front of her and kneels before her by the bed.

“Bell?”

And just like that, the spell breaks. Bell blinks at him. And refocuses.

And then she fucking sobs.

“Bell, what’s wrong?” He places a comforting hand on her shoulder, the other on her cheek. She says nothing. Her whole body’s shaking. “Bell?”

“I can’t,” she chokes out, a wet gurgle sound. “I can’t. I-” she sniffs and groans. “Russell, it hurts.”

“What hurts?”

She’s breathing heavily. Bell grabs his hand on her cheek and holds it, her grip white-knuckled. Then, she drops their joined hands down over her chest. Adler can feel her heart beneath it; beating, alive.

“I don’t know,” Bell squeaks. “Everything. Everything hurts.”

Adler stills, the fear overwhelms him now. “Bell,” he says, careful and slow. “Bell, I’m here, sweetheart.” And pulls her into his arms. He doesn’t know what else there is to do. “It’s alright. I’m here.”

Her crying stops as suddenly as it started. Adler notices the shift, her body going lax before his and she’s slumping against his chest now. She’s asleep.

He gently lays her back onto the bed, tucks her in, rearranges her pillows. Adler doesn’t know how he finds the strength to rise and walk away, but he does.

He walks to the armchair and collapses atop the velvety upholstery.

Bell slips back to dreaming. Peaceful amidst all this mess that keeps on piling in his head.

Adler sits there, like a statue, staring up at the ceiling.

He doesn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

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“How are you feeling?”

Bell cranes her head and stares at him with the mildest of embarrassment. “I’m okay.” She’s not. There are bags under her eyes; Adler never noticed her pallor beneath her skin, but he sees it now. Everyone in the Safehouse would have guessed the breakdown she had last night. “I’m sorry you had to see all of that.”

Adler ignores her. “Does this happen often?”

“No, that was the first time it happened,” she says, sounding steady enough.

Adler closes his eyes. Shit. He’s pretty sure he’s aged fifty years just about now. The things this operation does to him.

“Then we need to tell Park about this. If she thinks you need a pharmaceutical intervention, I can notify the OMS to switch your medications and we could monitor for any developments from there,” he tells her.

Bell doesn’t react for a while. Then folds her arms over her chest and heads to the chair. She takes a seat. Adler remains standing, pacing; restless and distracted. It’s spiraling, the ticking grows faster. They fucking need more time.

“I don’t know. Sometimes I think maybe we’re trying to fight a losing battle here,” and Bell pauses, her mouth twisting into a sad smile. “Sometimes, I think maybe I’m living on borrowed time.”

Adler glances at her in surprise, his mouth thins. “Bell, don’t say that.”

She leans back in her chair, like she’s about to cry and goes on, “The truth is, I’m very scared of living like this.” Here she is, the woman whose life he has shattered into million pieces and she is showing him every single shard. “Ever since I woke up, I feel like I’m being thrust inside this confusing, never-ending hall of mirrors and I try- I’ve been trying to find the way markers, anything that could get me out of here, but,” she shrugs. “It’s like every turn I make always leads me back to square one and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Adler can only look at her. He can't have this conversation; he doesn’t trust himself for it.

“I’m tired, Russell,” she continues, voice wavering. This time, a tear does fall from her eye. “I’m so, so tired of being so… lost. I’m trying so hard not to lose hope, but hope is not exactly something you could see in a dark room.”

“No.” Adler breathes out the word more than he says it. “No, it’s not. But you have to have it.”

“I know. I do.” She wipes the tear away from her face. Bell looks down at her hands, knotted together in her lap. “It’s you, you know? I know you’re technically my handler, but you do make it easier for me to see in the dark. So, thank you for that.”

Something nonnegotiable crawls over him. She might as well have slapped him, she might as well have put a stake through his heart.

Nonetheless, he moves to sit beside her. Body moving on autopilot. The inward pull of the noose around his neck tightens.

“I’ll be here. I told you I’m not going anywhere, Bell.”

Bell nods, once then again before she starts to cry into his arms. Adler lets her tears ruin his shirt, lets her hold onto the last bit of hope. He feels sick. For the first time since he's destroyed her, he feels poisoned.

“Do you think I'll ever get better?” Bell asks into his shoulder, looking up at him beseechingly. “You know me, do you think I’ll get through this?”

"You will,” he says, slowly, and the trap door opens. His body collapses. Suffocate.

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In the Safehouse, Lazar tapes several documents on the board regarding Hasting’s recent movements and, to Adler’s curiosity, a single note card which reads: “The only victories which leave no regret are those which are gained over ignorance.”

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“So, it's not enough that you brainwashed her, you're also fucking her into submission?”

“It’s not like that.”

Hudson had cornered Adler in the garage earlier. There was that expectant coldness on his face, like anything else can be used against him.

“We need to talk,” he spat out. “Meet me at Die Stube once you’re don-”

“The bar?” Adler interrupted. “What, we’re mixing business with leisure now?”

"No, because I can't exactly shoot you at point-blank range in a public place."

"That didn't seem to be an issue for Michael Corleone."

"Yeah, well, I'm not Michael fucking Corleone." Since Adler isn’t planning on signing up for an early death and for lack of anything else, he agreed.

“You must be desperate,” Hudson continues now. “To do this. What, the girls back at home didn’t do it for you anymore?”

Adler doesn’t take the bait. “Sure. Whatever the fuck you say, Hudson.”

“I’ll admit, I thought you’re above these things.”

“What did Sun Tzu say again? All warfare is based on deception.”

“I’m pretty sure Sun Tzu didn’t tell you to fuck your enemies, Russ,” Hudson drawls.

Adler’s mouth twists. “Is that why we’re here? You, grilling about my personal affairs until I hit well-done?”

“Oh, it’s personal now?”

“Whether it is personal or not, you have no right to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Let alone on my operation,” Adler says coldly. Hudson’s frown deepens.

“Technically, if you managed to upend this whole operation just because you couldn’t keep it to yourself, I’m the next in line to the throne.”

He should have seen this coming. Hudson only cares for what he can control or who he can undermine and cast out like garbage just to get what he fucking wants. It’s a ruthless game.

Adler leans forward in his stool, places his glass down noisily on the desk. “Listen to me very carefully,” he says. “If you think you can intimidate me and steal everything I have bled and fought for from me, then you really don’t know me at all. You are not in control here, Hudson. If you have problems with the way I operate my operation, then feel free to walk the fuck out like Mason and Woods did.”

“Then tell me something in return,” he’s quick to parry. “If somehow, by a miracle, you get the chance to save her- when push comes to shove and it’s either putting a bullet in her head or not, which one do you choose?”

“You damn well know which one I’d choose.”

Hudson quirks a brow, near mockingly. “Do I?”

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“Are you doing this for us or for yourself?”

Funny, his wife had once asked him the same question, years ago before she took a French exit out of his life.

They had plans. They were supposed to move upstate- a change of scenery would do them good, he’d thought; maybe have kids. They would reinvent and thrive and get together and all that shit married couples around their ages do. They thought they could be happy there.

“Why are you even asking me this? Of course I'm doing this for us."

She shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said. “Sometimes I feel like I hardly know you at all.”

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March 12

This is what will happen:

In less than 14 hours from now, they will catch a plane to Cuba. She will be sitting next to him and they will be talking about the weather, the travel magazine she’d bought at the airport.

He will assign her with Lazar and Park for the mission. She will nod and head into the other room to get ready, and he will follow. At this point, he will not remember why he’s doing this- why he’s being this reckless. This dime-store fascination, the corruption that is spreading through their veins; they’re all merely afterthoughts.

He will pull her into his arms and kiss her. “Be careful,” he will say.

And she will nod- don’t worry, it will say- and pull away from him. They’d done this before. The familiarity had scared him then, it will scare him now.

“I’ll see you on the other side, milyj,” Bell will reply. She will walk out of that door. He will let that happen.

Oh, he will let so many things happen.

But there is only now . And now Adler and Bell are reading in her hotel room. Now, Louis Armstrong is playing on the radio, crooning a song he’s once heard before. Again, there is something so irrationally domestic and quiet to this; a life that is normal enough to belong to anyone who makes up the landscape of anything average.

She is with him, and he’s with her. It’s as simple as that.

Bell is sitting across from him on the armchair, knees pulled up to her chest. She’s watching him, grinning.

Adler looks up from his book.

He chuckles low.

"What are you smiling about?” he asks kindly, his mouth stretches in a line that mirrors her own.

Bell shakes her head. "Nothing.”

Adler lifts an eyebrow. He puts aside his book on the coffee table. The smile never leaves his face as he says, “Come here.”

She does. Bell gets to her feet, giddy and impatient, and crosses the distance between them. Adler pulls her wrist closer and she straddles him on the couch.

Adler tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "Tell me?”

Bell doesn’t say a thing for a beat, but her face grows serious. There is a lack of knowledge of what’s about to come out of her mouth.

"I like this," she tells him, gesturing to the world around them: her book he was reading, his shirt clinging onto her lithe frame, the music that is playing, the pale sunlight creeping through the sheer curtains- this little corner of the world they’ve been hiding together for the past few days.

"Me too."And he knows without a doubt that he means it.

Adler really can’t help himself- not when it comes to her. He knows that now. He feels like Bell might understand him fully, if he lets her; that she’s the reflection he sees in his hall of mirrors- and his opposite; that he’s that lost, that lonely too, despite everything he’s done.

He doesn’t really know what any of this means, he never did. He’s crossed that line- or if there was even a line in the first place and now he could not return.

Park was right, you don’t come back from this, no matter what will happen.

You just don’t.

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March 13

He heard the explosion through his earpiece and the first line of thought that hit him was Bell.

The plane seems to be swallowing him up. Adler runs a hand through his messy hair. His gloves are hot and sticky with blood. His hair’s permeated with it too now. Ocaña and D'alessio are looking at him worriedly. They heard it too, the moment the RPG hit them. The look on their faces tell him that nothing good can come out of this, but Adler refuses to cling to mere assumptions.

“We’ve got contact on the Ground team.” The pilot’s comm buzzes and Ocaña quickly rise from his seat, makes his way to answer.

“Did we manage to get all of them?” he asks, looking sidelong at Adler.

“Negative. Confirmed contact on one personnel, over.”

The three men exchange looks with each other.

Something cold lurches in Adler’s chest. “One?”

At that very moment, Adler’s earpiece crackles.

“-dler, do yo-” the line goes static, “ead me?”

Park.

“Park,” he exhales, almost like a relief. “What the fuck happened? What’s your status?”

“We’ve been compromised. Bell-” another static, “ She-” A gunshot rings on her end. “-eft us. I don’t have much time,” her voice grows shaky, like she’s holding back tears.

Did he hear that right? “What did you say?” Adler asks. “Park, did Bell abandon you down there?”

Adler can hear a man barking in Spanish on her other end, followed by another gunshot. He thinks he hears Lazar screaming, but he does think he’s losing focus here.

He approaches the pilot cabin. He’s shaking so hard with repressed anger, frustration. This is all so fucked up. He needs to do something about this.

“Park, listen to me. We’re coming back to get you and Lazar, do you hear me? So, sit tight,” he yells. “We're coming back for you two.”

“No.” And then: “I’ve done my part,” she utters slowly, an invocation passed by one soldier to another on the battlefield, their enemies growing closer on the horizon and something switched behind Adler’s eyes.  

“Now it’s your turn.”

One final gunshot and the line goes dead.

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Notes: sooooooooo, yeah, please don't kill me. also the song that is playing on march 12 section is louis armstrong's we have all the time in the world, so if you know you know.

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-And Bell?

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Lazar: From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as ‘Eagle One’. Park is ‘been there done that’; Sims is ‘currently doing that’; Woods, ‘it happened once in a dream’; Mason ‘I wouldn’t go there because I don’t want Woods to hurt me’; Bell ‘If i had to pick a red’; Adler ‘Bell’s bitch’; and Hudson is ‘Eagle Two’.

Hudson: oh thank god.

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Call of Duty Black Ops: Cold War as vine comps (Part 2 - The Safehouse Crew)

Part 1 - The Perseus Collective

When Stitch was gonna kill Adler for just 30 rubles

When you just wanna vibe to the theme song, make two extraordinary sacrifices and be a goddamn hero till the end but your CIA superior won't let you

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How would the safehouse crew deal with fights with their s/o's? You know, like you had a huge argument and there's silent treatments and such? I love your works and blog so much, thank you 🥺💖

AHAHAAHAHA they angy. this gets kinda long so more under the cut

Safehouse Crew getting into an argument with their S/O

Adler

It'll start off as him being annoyed, he's a bit more pissy and snappy than usual

Then it eventually escalates into a screaming match

After the confrontation, he's really irritated and a bit more silent than usual, anyone that tries to talk to him is met with short and abrupt statements

"What do you want?"

"No."

He'll actually try avoid seeing you or being in your presence until he gets over it, but it'll take some time. if you do happen to pass by each other, he'll brush past you a bit harshly, bumping shoulders and such

It can last a few days, you can catch him doing things in a bit more of a harsh manner (i.e. slamming the door a bit or scrubbing dishes furiously)

Eventually, he'll come across you crying by yourself and it will just make him feel fucking guilty, but then he has to fight his sense of pride, because he hates to admit he was wrong

He sucks it up, and it's especially hard since you both don't argue often

"I was an asshole earlier."

You're that one piece of love in his life and just spending time staying angry already wastes enough precious time that he doesn't get enough of

Mason

He'll just kind of get in the car and drive off leaving you at home, goes to the store or some fast-food restaurant

There's a lot of things he sees that reminds Mason about you, and he'll feel bad at first, but then he would remember the argument and get moody

The door to the room would be locked, so he would have to knock a few times

"[Y/n], can you step out for a bit? I'll leave you alone afterwards, just hear me out."

When you don't answer he'll leave you be, and watch TV instead, but he won't be paying any attention to it

When you slip out of the room, you kinda just stand there in the hallway as he lies on the couch

Upon noticing you he sits up, smiling a bit sheepishly: "Hey, uh..."

Apologizing is hard for him, but he gets his words out somehow

He'll lavish you in kisses once you both make up

Woods

He tries his best not to get physical, he'll probably punch a wall or pillow

Sometimes he can't restrain himself, and will grab your shoulders forcibly, but then the moment he sees that fear in your eyes he instantly regrets it, you'll pull away from him before running to the bedroom and locking yourself

Woods would just kind of stare at his hands before dragging them down his face, knowing that he already fucked up

This guy already struggles to maintain his emotions; being the boisterous go-to dumbass kind of just bottles up things he usually can't bring himself to talk about, so the last thing he wanted was to lash out at you

He'll leave you alone for the rest of the day, and do his portion of the housework in dead silence while trying not to break things

Sleeps on the couch after drinking a couple of beers, but he probably can't get a good sleep now

Woods isn't too good in apologizing, being the stubborn shit he is 

so he'll wake up really early and go to the flower shop, buy the biggest bundle of flowers while telling the florist "I fucked up."

he’ll come back home to you still in bed, so he would place the flowers on the bedside table and slip under the covers with you, staring at your sleeping expression while hating himself for yelling

you would awaken to him lying beside you holding your hand with a couple of dried tears on his face, and when you try wipe them away, his arm just sticks out and pulls you into a tight hug

Sims

his already sarcastic personality hits harder than usual, he’ll make personal remarks and makes sure they hurt

"You done yet? Because, you're being ridiculous right now."

Sims will storm off mid argument shaking his head, locking himself in the garage

he’ll work on the car, or search through boxes just to get his mind off of things, the entire scenario just repeating in his head

would probably think up of fake counter-arguments just to try make himself out as the one being right, but in the end he can’t come to the conclusion 

once there’s nothing else to do he just stares off into space for a bit, toying around whatever thing he’s holding 

The time comes where he has to leave his enclosed space, and he'll come back and find you sitting at the dinner table

He'll give out a deep sigh before join you awkwardly

"Hey, uh, about those things I said earlier..."

Park

after a fight, she would kinda try get back to work, but finds difficulty in concentrating

she’ll just toss everything onto the table before leaning back in the chair and just stares at the ceiling while slowly spinning in the swivel chair

Park would eventually just bury her face in her hands, just thinking about it all, and questioning the relationship. She loves you but arguments like these is what makes her question the integrity of it

its difficult to process, but when it comes down to it, Park comes to remember as to why she fell in love with you in the first place, and smiles warmly to herself remembering the first time you both met

although, Park might overthink the situation as a whole, and may forget that an apology was in order

you’ll kind of find her lost in thought, so you would tactfully place down a cup of coffee next to her before rushing towards the door

Park would grab your wrist before you leave. 

“Wait.”

you raise an eyebrow

“I... may have said some unnecessary stuff.”

it’s hard for her to admit her wrongs, but for you she will

Lazar

this bear can actually get mad, and it isn’t a pretty sight to bear witness to, so it’s unsettling how intimidating he can actually get

after the argument he gets real silent after all the yelling, and leaves you there on your own

side glares whenever he walks past you, he also keeps this brooding expression throughout the day

Lazar can actually keep the silent treatment for a while, but it does get exhausting for him to constantly in an agitated state. being reminded of negative things that already happened kind of just breaks his flow

he’ll try to do paperwork, maybe even go out to the practice range and try out a rifle he had modified, but in the end he gets lonely without your company

Can't stay mad forever, and depending on the situation, it can take him a few hours to a couple days to get over it

When it's time, he will just give you a warm unsuspecting hug and kiss your forehead, mumbling an apology

he’ll also by a pack of your comfort food and throw that into the mix

Hudson

this dude almost always looked pissed as is

its almost astounding to see how much deeper the furrow of his brows can get, as well as the wrinkles on his forehead

Hudson would mutter under his breath to himself while doing papers

Its probably not noticeable, but he'll press a bit harder when using the pen, writing a bit more messily and smearing (which would add on to the irritation)

he ain’t the guy to apologize straight up, so he’ll either wait until everything dies out, or just brush it aside/attempt to forget about it

since this guy practically works as long as he breathes, Hudson usually returns by the time you’re asleep

he’ll just lie down next to you and let out an exhausted exhale while making out the details of your face amidst the darkness

and he can’t help but feel regretful about the entire thing, since he rarely has time to spend with you as is, and knowing his work, he’ll be away for days before finally returning to your side again

what if the argument was the last interaction you’ll both have? he didn’t want to think about it

when you wake up you’ll find his hand placed over yours with a peaceful expression and snoring soundly