#cod black ops 6

[shkretart]

Sketches with Adler. This is the first attempt to draw him. Maybe I will draw him again.

[tojisteddy]

Russell Adler who marries someone who’s the complete opposite from him.

You’re what he likes to call, eccentric.

He used to see the rare couple of people who had tattoos around the world in the 60s and 70s, the few out of thousands who had facial piercings. Or the ones who were bona fide hippies fighting against the war he was fighting in. It’s no question, he fucked a few during his prime, hate to lovers shit. But then he saw you, who he knew was different. You were fully decked out in facial pericings and body tattoos that went up the side of your hips to the top of your back, and some down your arms, curls in a big 80s blow out that perfectly framing your face.

You got a lot of looks from everyone, some were scared, or strayed away because you were “ungodly” others started full on, but you only gave them a smile back.

You were the obvious odd one out at the entire race track, you didn’t know what was going on, you were with some male friend and he was sure you were both half his age. You were different from the hot blondes who’d play dumb to get close to the uperheads and professional racers. You were getting popcorn from the concession stand, you gave him a wave with your pretty long blue nails and then he saw them— the nipple piercing peeking beautifully through the thin white undershirt you wore as a fucking top.

And that’s all it took.

He had you right in the family bathroom against the wall during the race, your leg hiked up over his arm, hand covering your mouth in an attempt to hide every load moan who while your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, giving you mean stroke after mean stroke into your gushing pussy with vigor.

You were a screamer even though it was his first time fucking you, he liked that.

“Jesus fuckin Christ,” he groaned, resting his head on your shoulder while he disappeared in and out of you, “you’re so fuckin loud honey.”

You keened, clawing at his bare forearms, your pretty face changing from how good you felt, “I’m sorrryyy, hicc- I’m sorry- shiit, you feel so- Aughhhh fuuuck!” His leaking tip hiked up inside you, kissing your spongy sweet spot over and over. Your back arched against the wall and closer to him, your perfect tits and hard nipples, bouncing again this chest. Adler couldn’t help the smirk that grew on his scarred face, having to shut you up again by shoving two thick fingers in your mouth. You moaned around them, your walls getting tighter from him stuffing both holes. He had to gasp for dear life from how tight you got while you fell apart sucking in his hard cock.

Slut.

He married you within the year.

And no he didn’t change you into the perfect housewife, have you in some dress and cleaning the 5 bedroom home till he came home, have you ready and waiting till he got your pretty ass pregnant. He thought about it, he really did think about it. But he thought he’d just be trying to replace his first wife, and he didn’t want that. He loved you for you, and though he didn’t have a lot of loyalties (obviously) he meant every one he said to you during your wedding vows.

a/n: I love a old man, I’m sowry💔

[yanderestarangel]

𝗔𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗟 – 𝗕𝗢6

𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗨𝗦: THIS LINE...

I need this tired, traumatized old man's cock down my throat.

[septic-salad]

I don't think he's getting away with this one, guys

[mellosdrawings]

Bell's pathetic wet dog energy vs Case's destroyer attack dog energy

Both are psychotic killers

I love happy-puppy or dissociating-braindead or viciously-angry Bell, but at their core they're just a pathetic little meow meow and you'll never convince me otherwise.

Do you see my vision?

Is it me or does it look like the Chad vs Virgin meme?

[rothkofromroseland]

Russell Adler headcanons

Adler does not sleep for more than 3–4 hours, because he treats sleep as a waste of time. When he cannot fall asleep, he smokes cigarette after cigarette and writes notes from missions that no one else can decipher;

He has an obsession with control. It's not just about missions. Adler needs to know where every object in his house is, who knows his phone number, who has his address. Chaos irritates him because it reminds him of the years when he dealt with Stitch himself;

He suffers from flashbacks — sometimes Adler confuses the present with the past. He can, in the middle of a conversation, momentarily 'drift away' as if he had returned to the interrogation;

He has a strange kind of trust in Park — not flirting, not friendship, but something in between. She can read his mood with just one glance;

Towards Bell, Adler feels a mixture of guilt and curiosity. Part of him would like to fix everything, while another part — cannot stop thinking about how far the boundaries of loyalty can be pushed;

He has a relationship with Mason based on mutual respect and irritation. Both too similar to like each other, but too competent not to respect each other;

Adler smokes only one brand of cigarettes (old American, unfiltered), not because he likes them, but because it is the only thing whose taste the war has not changed;

He never talks about his wounds — Adler treats all scars like a map that only he knows;

Adler collects lighters — they come from different countries, but none is used. Each symbolizes a mission that he do not regret... or regret the most;

He loves classic jazz and instrumental music, especially Miles Davis. He says that 'music without words lies less';

His mental state is deteriorating more and more — because at some point he starts to wonder if his memories of Bell, Perseus, and the others are really his own:

Coffee is his religion. Adler doesn't talk to anyone before his first cup. Park once tried it and only got "...come back in 10 minutes.";

He always carries a supply of chewing gum with him, but he never chews it, he gives it to others so they 'don't talk with an empty mouth.';

Adler has an impeccably clean desk, so anyone who tries to touch or move anything even a millimeter is immediately silenced by a death glare;

Adler can't stand computers; if something freezes, he hits the keyboard as if he were interrogating it;

He is obsessed with shoes. Russell can recognize a person by the sound of their footsteps. If someone has their shoelaces tied incorrectly, he won't say anything, but he will suffer internally;

He has 'look number 7' — that's what Park calls his expression when he's planning something he shouldn't. At times like that, it's better not to ask what he's up to;

Sarcasm is his second language. When someone asks, "Is it safe?", he replies, "For me? Yes.";

He gets along surprisingly well with Woods, as long as their conversations are about killing, music, or whiskey. When the topic turns to feelings, Adler immediately changes the subject;

Once he said to Mason, "I'm not your therapist." Mason replied, "That's good, because you would have shot me." Adler said, "No, I would have just sent you the bill.";

Adler believes that 'team bonding' is a concept for the weak — however, if someone on the team is in the hospital, he always leaves them a cigarette and a note saying 'come back before they give me a new partner.';

He lights not only cigarettes but also explosives, candles, and... gas stoves with a lighter. He believes that a lighter should "live.";

Russell does everything his own way. If the procedure says, "Enter from the front," he goes in through the ceiling;

He always leaves behind mission notes in the form of dry reports, but sometimes he adds sarcastic comments in the margins like "Marcus almost died because he can't run straight.";

He doesn't celebrate birthdays. But he remembers all the dates of his missions — even those that ended badly;

His apartment is absurdly tidy, but he has one room that he never shows. Apparently, he keeps all his mission memorabilia there – from Soviet badges to a destroyed helmet from Vietnam;

When Adler truly laughs, it sounds so rare and rough that people think he is choking;

[ask-mk-ultra-guineapig]

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[ladysouthpaw1213]

Pictured: Adler playing Football