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[sarahsghosts]

“ We’ve got a job to do. ”

Russell Adler

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mason.

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🕶️🔔 Adler and Bell Appreciation Fanweek 2026 Prompts🕶️🔔

DAY 1: Training (Koa and Bell)

A/N: I just want to say thank you to @ladysouthpaw1213 for tagging me into this WONDERFUL event! I have never participated this for I was always busy! But seeing this had given me the URGE to try! And just to let you guys know, this is mostly about my OC interacting with either Adler or Bell! I am sorry that this is not what you guys are expecting. I just want to share more of my Black Ops OC in this fandom! So, I hope you'll enjoy this! (P.S. If you guys would like to join! Go ahead and check through here so that you'll know of what to write or draw for ONE of them!) Words: 2,003

The safehouse in West Berlin echoed with the dull thuds of fists striking padded mats and boots scraping against the mats on the floors.

Most of the team was training.

Across the room, Park stood beside Adler, the two of them bent over a spread of documents and photographs from their last mission. Their voices were low, deliberate — chasing threads that might lead them closer to Perseus. Sims lingered nearby, arms crossed, observing the sparring session with clear reluctance. He had no intention of volunteering to get thrown across the room.

At the center of the makeshift training area stood Lazar and the newest addition to the team — Captain Koa Nikau.

Both men carried themselves with quiet authority. Lazar’s movements were precise, controlled. Koa were grounded and heavy, strength contained beneath discipline. After a brief discussion, they had agreed to run the session together.

Mason and Woods stepped up first.

The two veterans circled each other, exchanging sharp blows and testing reactions. Lazar corrected their footing, adjusting Mason’s stance with a firm tap of his boot. Koa said little, but when he did, his voice was calm and direct — a simple instruction, a subtle adjustment of balance.

They let the pair finish before offering further critique.

And that was when Koa’s attention shifted.

Bell stood near the far wall, half-shadowed by the dim overhead light. Watching. Studying. Not moving.

Observing every strike. Every mistake.

Yet making no move to join.

Koa’s dark eyes lingered a moment longer than necessary.

Hesitation.

Koa had watched Bell in the field before — swift, precise, always quick to deal with threats. He had to admit, he was impressed. But now he was curious to see how Bell performed on the training ground. Slowly, he made his way toward the corner where Bell stood.

Pono, his loyal Belgian Malinois, had been resting nearby. The dog’s ears twitched at the sound of boots against the floor. Instantly alert, Pono lifted his head, eyes tracking his master as he approached Bell. A low, cautious whine escaped him — protective, curious, aware.

Koa stopped a foot away from Bell, letting the silence stretch for a moment. “Feeling alright, Bell?” he asked, calm but firm, letting the question hang in the air.

Bell’s eyes flicked toward the captain, body shifting slightly. Slowly, a nod followed.

“I’m… fine. Just watching, waiting for my turn,” Bell said.

Koa noticed the hesitation behind the calm exterior, the thoughts just beneath the surface. But he didn’t press. Instead of asking more questions, he turned and moved toward an open space away from the others.

“Come. Let’s spar,” he called over his shoulder.

Bell’s head perked up at the words. “W-What?”

Koa kicked off his boots before stepping onto the mat, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Did I stutter? Come on. I’ll spar with you.”

The hesitation lingered, but Bell didn’t refuse. Slowly, they walked over, muscles tense under Koa’s unwavering gaze. Pono, the Belgian Malinois, didn’t miss a single step — alert, protective, watching every movement. Bell felt the dog’s eyes as acutely as Koa’s own.

With a deep breath, Bell kicked off their boots and stepped onto the mat, ready for whatever the captain had in store.

Koa’s dark eyes studied Bell for a beat longer. Then, without another word, he stepped back and dropped into a combat stance — deliberate, controlled, showing exactly how a strong opponent moves.

Bell’s eyes flicked up, hesitation still there, but curiosity sparked. Koa didn’t rush them; instead, he circled slowly, like a predator gauging its prey — or, in this case, a soldier gauging another soldier.

“Show me what you’ve got,” Koa said, calm, measured, but carrying weight. “One move at a time. I want to see precision, not strength.”

Pono let out a soft growl, shifting closer, alert. Bell’s posture stiffened — the dog was reading the tension before the human even moved.

Bell tried the first maneuver — a jab, quick, but Koa easily deflected it. “Too fast,” Koa said, his voice quiet but cutting. “Speed means nothing without control. Again.”

Bell adjusted. Koa’s eyes never left them. Every strike, every hesitation, every small mistake — Koa saw it all. Not to belittle, but to teach, to sharpen.

By the end of the set, Bell was breathing harder, more alert, muscles aching. And Koa? He still looked calm, almost untouchable. But under that calm was respect — subtle, silent, growing. "Come on, Bell. I know you’re better than this. You were great on the battlefield. Why hesitate now?” Koa asked, lowering his arm and giving them a small break.

Bell was out of breath, slowly drawing deep breaths to calm their nerves, rubbing the back of their neck while looking away. “It’s nothing, sir… just thinking about the mission. About Perseus.” Their gaze drifted behind Koa toward Park and Adler, hunched over their documents. “I just… don’t know.”

Koa followed their eyes and noticed Bell was mostly watching Adler. Without a word, he stepped slightly, blocking Bell’s view of the CIA agents, wanting them to focus on the training at hand. “Seems Adler’s been using his… questioning methods on you, huh?”

Bell looked at the captain, unsure how to respond.

Pono stayed alert, watching both of them carefully, muscles tensed but still cautious toward Bell.

Bell exhaled slowly, finally replying. “Sometimes… but I still have to work with him to get to Perseus.”

“Well, you’re not working for him now, are you?” Koa said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re in training. With me. None of that CIA shits right now. You’re with a Captain who’s training you for a better future.”

Bell’s eyes flicked up, slightly surprised by the words. A small spark of attention and focus appeared as Koa continued.

“And if Adler calls you over later, then you can go. But at this moment, you’re working for me. And I want you focused on this right now.” Koa shifted into his fighting stance, grin still in place. “Now… show me what you really can do. No holding back.”

Bell felt a small surge of confidence rising, a fire pushing past the hesitation. They nodded, settling into their own fighting stance, ready.

Pono’s ears perked up from where the dog had been resting. He sensed the shift in the atmosphere — nothing dark, nothing threatening, just… something different between the two.

Even Sims noticed it, gaze flicking toward the mat. “Hey, look at these two,” he called to the others.

Lazar turned his head toward the pair sparring. Woods and Mason followed suit, attention shifting away from their drills to the new dynamic unfolding on the mat.

Koa and Bell circled each other, eyes locked, waiting for the first move.

Bell feinted a jab, testing Koa’s reflexes. Koa blocked easily, but Bell’s movements were sharper, more deliberate than before. A spark of confidence shone in their eyes.

“You’re faster,” Koa murmured, stepping back, letting them push forward.

Bell’s next strike came quicker — a combination of jabs and a low kick. Koa blocked most of them, but one light hook grazed his side. Bell’s chest swelled with pride, a small grin tugging at their lips.

“Better,” Koa said, his tone approving, but his eyes still sharp. Then he leaned slightly closer, a small challenge in his voice: “Alright… try to pin me down. Let’s see what you’ve really got.”

Bell’s focus sharpened. They ducked under Koa’s swing, shifted their weight, and moved with precision. With a smooth, practiced motion, they took advantage of a small opening and managed to pin Koa to the mat.

For a moment, the mat was silent except for their breathing. Bell had done it. They had pinned the captain — a full, undeniable victory in this round of sparring.

Koa pushed himself up, brushing off the mat, and gave a slow, approving nod. “Impressive. You’ve improved… a lot.”

Pono wagged his tail slightly, ears pricked, sensing the shift — this wasn’t just a fight anymore. It was recognition. Bell had earned it.

“FUCK YEAH, BELL! YOU GOT HIM GOOD!” Woods yelled, giving a thumbs-up.

Mason smiled, pride clear. “Good job, Bell.”

“Remind me not to mess with you,” Lazar said with a laugh. “You already defeated Koa — and from half your size!”

Even Sims chuckled. “Thought they called you Hunter for a reason, Cap,” they teased. Koa rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

“I was just giving them a warm-up,” Koa said.

“Yeah, right! They literally got you down!” Woods laughed, pointing at Koa.

“You want to spar with me next, Woods?” Koa asked, smirking.

“Nah, I already sparred with Mason here,” Woods replied, grinning.

Mason laughed and patted his best friend on the back. Bell just smiled, noticing Pono getting up and padding over to Koa, checking to make sure his master was alright.

Koa crouched to pet his dog. “I’m fine, Pono. Just training.” Then he slowly looked up at Bell. “And… they got me pretty good.”

Bell felt a small surge of pride at the captain’s compliment. “You… want to go another round?”

Koa chuckled, standing and bending slightly forward. “I would, but I think you’ve already broken my back, Bell.”

“That’s because you’re old as FUCK!” Woods called out, grinning at Koa’s annoyed expression.

“I can still kick your ass, Woods. Don’t test me,” Koa replied, voice teasing.

Bell chuckled at the exchange and looked at the captain with a soft, appreciative gaze. “Captain?”

Koa turned toward them. “Yeah?”

“Thank you… for helping me out here. Adler’s been on my case ever since we started working together.”

Koa smiled gently, placing a hand on Bell’s shoulder. “Of course. If you ever need a break from him, just give me a call — I’ll let you pet Pono.”

Bell hesitated, remembering how growly Pono could be, but then felt a gentle nudge on their hand. The dog poked his nose forward, asking for pets. Bell smiled softly and began stroking Pono. Even Koa looked pleasantly surprised.

“No fucking way… how come Bell gets the good treatment and we get the shitty ones?!” Woods exclaimed, only to back off quickly when Pono growled at him — a clear warning to choose his words carefully.

Koa laughed and shrugged. “That’s up to him.”

Sims gave Koa a flat, unimpressed look. “You’ve got a weird dog, Nikau.”

Bell laughed softly, glancing at Koa and then down at Pono, who was now contentedly sitting beside them. For the first time since joining the team, they felt… capable. Confident. Like maybe they could handle whatever Adler threw at them next.

Koa straightened, brushing dust from his uniform. “Alright, everyone. Training’s done for now. But remember — what you learned today, take it with you. Precision beats force. Focus beats hesitation.”

Bell gave a small nod, pride swelling in their chest. The captain’s words weren’t just about the sparring; they felt like guidance for the missions ahead.

Woods clapped them on the shoulder. “Seriously, Bell, don’t let this go to your head… but that was impressive.”

Mason chuckled. “Yeah, you’ve definitely earned your stripes today.”

Lazar laughed, shaking his head. “I might need a rematch myself, just to make sure I’m not rusty.”

Even Sims smirked, though he tried to hide it behind an unimpressed expression. “You did well. Don’t expect this to happen every day.”

Bell gave a small grin, feeling lighter than they had in weeks. And as they looked at Koa, who just gave a small approving nod, they knew one thing for sure: they weren’t just a recruit anymore. Today, they’d earned a little respect… and maybe a little fun along the way too.

Pono let out a soft bark, as if agreeing, nudging Bell’s leg again. Bell laughed, reaching down to pet him once more.

“Next round tomorrow,” Koa said casually, watching the team start tidying up. “Don’t disappoint me.”

Bell just smiled, feeling ready.

And somehow, with the sun streaming through the safehouse windows and the sound of laughter echoing in the room, it felt… like they were finally part of something bigger.

THE END

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[tommythevietnameseprince]

The OC for my upcoming AU/crossover fanfic between COD: Black Ops Cold War and SPY x Family: The Melody of Quiet Pills .

WARNING: POLITICAL SENSITIVE, MENTION OF SUICIDE, MURDER, NEGATIVE THOUGHTS AND GENOCIDE, THE AUTHOR IS NOT SUPPORTING OR GLORIFY ANY GENOCIDE ACTS, POLITICAL EXTREMISM AND VIOLENCE.

Full name: Andrei Vladimirovich Pustov

Alias: Ubiytsa (“The Killer” in Russian)

The Beast of East (because of his brutal actions against West German/NATO soldiers during his military engagement from 1968 to 1970 during the German War[The AU war like Westalis and Ostania war in SxF])

Simon Campbell (fake American name)

Louis Corbin (fake French name)

Albert Fisher (fake West/East German name)

My son (by Perseus, Andrei being adopted by Perseus in 1949 to make him a successor)

Darling (by Zoya Morozova/”Bell” [My fanon real name of “Bell”], Sofia Sidorova)

The second Perseus (by Russel Adler, Vikhor “Stitch” Kuzmin, Sylvia Hellesholz [Sylvia Sherwood in my AU fanfic])

Perseus Wannabe (by Lev Kravchenko)

That stoic commie (by Frank Woods)

Elder Brother (by Yor/Yuri Dornbusch, their surname change from Briar to Dornbusch in this universe due to their nationality changed from Ostania to East Germany [Ostania’s expy] by me)

The wolf under my bed (by Anya “Forger” Sidorova, she feared him due to his involvement on her and Bond’s psychic experiment and the other psychic kids and animal subjects)

My darkside (by Twilight/Loid Forger)

The shadow of Twilight (by Nightfall/Fiona Frost)

Role: Main Antagonist/Villainous Main Protagonist

Age: 33-34 (1981)

Date of birth: 13/6/1947

Place of birth: Underground experiment facility at Kyiv Oblast, Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic, USSR.

Nationality: Russian (60% Russian, 30% Ukrainian, 10% Polish)

Language(s): Russian, Ukrainian, Polish, Chinese, English, Korean, Latin, French, Spanish, Portuguese, German.

Occupation: KGB Lieutenant Colonel (team leader of Zmeya Division in Berlin, East Germany)

Perseus Spy Network high-ranking operative

Military advisor of the African Revolutionary Front (a far-left black nationalist armed organization activated across the West Coast of USA from 1979 to 1981) and Red Circus (A Maoist far-left terrorist organization operating in East Germany)

Chief Warden of the Kinderheim Apple (formerly, after the facility personnel had been massacred in 1979 by him).

Gym teacher at Eden Acedemy (cover)

Family: Vladimir Pustov (biological father, deceased in 8 March 1947, executed by Perseus who at the age of 32 under the order of Soviet government for collaborating with Nazi Germany after his 4 years hiding, the execution happened before Andrei was born)

Olena Kovalenko (biological mother [a formerly Ukrainian Insurgent Army soldier, become A Russian Sleep Experiment test subject, fate: unknown])

Perseus (adoptive father)

Yor/Yuri parents (uncle/aunt, deceased during the German War)

Yor Forger [Dornbusch/Pustov] (younger cousin)

Yuri Dornbusch [Pustov] (younger cousin)

Sofia Sidorova (a telepath, first wife, deceased in 1979)

Anya Forger [Sidorova/Pustov] (biological daughter of first wife)

Zoya “Bell” Morozova (second wife)

Physical appearance: A stern, cold-face, muscular body with blonde hair mixed with black color on the top of the head and neatly combed, giving a deceptive, almost academic look. He usually wears his KGB Lieutenant Colonel uniform at the KGB headquarters. During his cover missions: he wears usual clothes to hide his identity, the most noticeable clothes he wears is a dark blue sweater, a black vest, a beige trench coat with brown buttons, black striped pants, black tight gloves and black shoes. He wears a dark brown fedora hat. He also has a pair of pale yellow sunglasses that hide his eyes. Brown eyes (change to red when using mind control voice power)

Personality/MBTI: “Do you recognize that this world was beyond saving, the best agent of BND (West German intelligence agency)? Not only this country (East Germany) but everywhere was corrupted by humanity’s sin, the greed of politicians, the arrogance of military generals and the extremism of nationalism activists. They don’t know how to learn from their mistakes from the past to respect and love each other. Why? Because of their different beliefs and ideologies."

Andrei express his view on humanity to Twilight/Loid Forger -

(ENFP (before trauma), INFJ (after trauma)/Dark Triad Trait: Machiavellianism, Byronic Hero type) Extremely disciplined, calculating, quiet, cold intellect, zero empathy for enemies, views people as assets or obstacles to achieve his goal. For example, he encouraged and pushed Wiliam Bowman, manipulate him that CIA is responsible for his father death, to form the African Revolutionary Front, to destabilize the West Coast, luring Adler and his team to Duga-1 in Ukraine where the Spetsnaz units had been waiting for the ambush by mimicking Zoya's voice, tell them the false location of the nukes through the phone call. Resulting in killing the entire team, captured Adler. Knowing the true identity of Twilight thanks to the Stasi's mole inside BND and Andrei's incredible analysis skills, knowing Yor working for the Garden (a secret assassin organization), thanks to his connection with “Shopkeeper” - leader of the Garden. Beside his master hand to hand combat, he is a skilled manipulator—emotionally and politically, toying with his enemy by revealing their dark secrets, making them feel powerless and hopeless, driving them to work under his command or take their own lives. His looks are quite terrifying to children (especially Anya). On top of that, formerly idealistic , like to help people who in trouble when he’s young, but after joining the German War, experienced the horror of it and Perseus’s influence, he changed. Andrei is very cynic, sociopath, nihilist, cruel and misanthropic due to seeing the dark side of humanity, cause him to despise them and he see hatred as a main core for his motivation, for him, the words “freedom” and “human right” is meaningless, makes him believe that only starting Operation Greenlight/World War Three can make everyone realize the horror of the war that Andrei had been through and cleanse all conflicts across the world and establish a new world order from the ashes, eternal peace world where humanity evolved but untamed. He also had a suicidal/self-harm tendencies, show how he enjoys the beating from enemy and have a idea to create a perfect suicide so now no one can know who is the perpetrator had caused World War 3.

"You suddenly appear out of nowhere, you bring me warmth, I feel lively again. For a long time ago, I had to keep my face cold and emotionless, to protect myself from the cruelty of humanity's nature. In my original plan, after World War 3 breaks out thanks to Operation Greenlight, I will create myself the perfect death, to feel the bullet flying straight forward to my head. So I can be free and no one can know who is the perpetrator. But you... You saved me. You made me find the purpose to live. To carry out the plan, to make you and my father proud of me. You are a sunshine in my life, Zoya. ”

Andrei confess his feelings to Zoya “Bell” Morozova after Zoya regained her memories being Perseus’s lieutenant -

Despite awful things he has done, Andrei Pustov still had many redeemable qualities. He loves and respects his adoptive father - Perseus for taking care of him when Andrei was young, he fell in love - if not obsessed - with Zoya Morozova, his father's second-in-command due to her beauty and talents that had attracted Andrei, make him felt only emotion that he could understand: Love. He twisted caring about his long lost younger siblings, Yor and Yuri while mocking the latter for weakness and quirky. He also cares about Anya in a twisted way because he felt guilty for shooting Sofia in front of Anya - in reality it was Sofia holding Andrei’s gun while he held it so she can be free from the experiment she endured, also Sofia say a last thing to him is to take care of Anya for her, even Andrei murdering anyone who knew too much about the truth of Anya's telepathy power in the past or trying to harm Anya (Example: He secretly order his minions in Stasi to execute Keith Kepler and his far-right students for trying to kill Anya and for their failure to start a war). He absolutely hates Lev Kravchenko, for the latter's sadistic personality made Andrei and Perseus feel uncomfortable and Lev have involvement on Andrei's mother experiment because he want to created perfect soldiers to serve Soviet Union and seeking godhood. Fortunately, Lev has been killed by a poisoned candy contained Nova-6 that Andrei gave him on March 9, 1981, then Andrei using his death to frame the CIA. He quite honorably, respected his enemies, for example.

He saw Russel Adler and Twilight/Loid Forger as his worthy enemy, but Andrei wanted to punish the former for brainwashing Zoya into becoming a CIA agent, by giving Adler the same treatment.

“In the end, we are monsters. And a monster like you doesn't deserve any pity or forgiveness from me, for corrupted my love Zoya, make her blindness follow your order. You had made a horrible mistake in your life, Adler. I knew why you turn out this way, you have a horrible, racist father who beat you all day and night in your childhood because you were playing with a black girl. He forced you to shoot your own dog as a punishment that makes you cry when you bury the dog and when you sleep. You have a desire to escape his claws by joining the military and later CIA, don’t you?. However, my pain is far greater than yours, Adler.”

Andrei taunting Adler about the latter’s past before begin the brainwash progress on Adler -

For Twilight, Andrei breaks him psychologically by accusing him for having soaked many East German soldiers' blood, including the guilty and innocent one in the German War (an armed conflict between East Germany (German Democratic Republic) and West Germany (Federal Republic of Germany) from 13 August 1962 to 3 March 1970 with the result East Germany annexed West Berlin, reunite Berlin and a ceasefire agreement between two nation), however, Andrei see Twilight is not so different from personality, skills and past. Even he give Twilight a chance to join him so they can make the world a better place.

Andrei enjoys listening Western music, especially “One Way Ticket” covered by British disco band Eruption and "Don't Cry, Joni" by American country music artist Conway Twitty. He likes apples, playing chess, tennis, basketball and knows how to play piano.

Power/skills: Genius level intelligence, intimidation, mastery of weapons (gun/rifles, knife, sword), master hand to hand combat. Mind control voice (triggered by tranquil fury, use to torment victims and giving order), enhanced strength, enhanced speed, enhanced durability, enhanced stamina, voice mimicry. (All of the psychic power he got in the result of being Russian Sleep Experiment female test subject’s child) Notes: However, he can suffer several headache, hallucinations if he use mind control voice ability too much. Murder methodology (food and water poisoning, using silencer to assassinate political opponents, strangulation) Torture methodology (Physical: electric, drug hallucination. Psychological: Speak out the opponent's weakness and fear to make them obey him or commit suicide.) Mastery of manipulation, Mastery of disguise, Mastery of trickery, Mastery of strategy, Mastery of psychology, Political knowledge, Social influencing, Charisma, Leadership.

PORTRAIT:

Quotes relating to him:

"War is not for winning... It is for surviving," - Koschei the Deathless -

“Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” - J.Robert Oppenheimer -

“People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf. - George Orwell -

"He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee" - Friedrich Nietzsche -

Notes: I see Albert Wesker from Resident Evil (by Capcom), Johan Liebert from Monster (written by Naoki Urasawa), Obito Uchiha from Naruto (written by Masashi Kishimoto) and Homura Akemi from Puella Magi Madoka Magica (written by Gen Urobuchi) as a inspiration for my OC.

The picture take from one of the videos of JimASMR. Link: https://youtu.be/4sYDkJpO5Nc?si=AspGgfKbHpBFXrM2

Please share and like, i am not native English speaker, so forgive me if there are any error grammar.

[parvulous-writings]

with Halloween around the corner, are you interested in a Cold War request with Ghostface!Adler x Reader(can be a bell or not)? Perhaps they are trying to track down the monster only to be found and captured by him to keep as his own(and as a accomplice)

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Soooo I kind of changed the ending a lil bit, sorry Nonny.... I have my reasons... (my reasons are I just rewatched Scream)

Warning: serial killing, gore mention, main/reader character death

The killings started a couple months ago - all of them the same. Evidence of a call, from... Somewhere, an unknown number, with the victim gutted and strung up, displayed like a trophy out in the street. To outsiders and the untrained eye, there were no links or connections between these victims. But something did not ring right. So, you began to investigate the homicides - a civilian in a realm that was almost entirely new to you. Sure, you'd listened to a cold case or true crime podcast once or twice, but that was very different to actually experiencing the routine and rigour of the reality. But after a friend of yours becomes a victim of this spree, you can't help but feel compelled to turn your hand at investigatory skills.

Unfortunately, your efforts get noticed by more than just the local police department. The killer - a man by the name of Adler, not that anyone had cracked that just yet - had also taken notice. It was easy to do - an amateur like you didn't know how to cover your tracks properly. You didn't know how to cover any of your tracks properly. Your day-to-day life was so easy to figure out. Your routine, your friends and connections, all of it. He takes note of aaall your little quirks - at least, from a distance.

It isn't until that you interrupt him one night, that his sights turn on you. You'd seen the mask, the body, and far too much to be left alive. There was no way that Adler would be leaving any holes or loose ends in this scheme of his. So, he orchestrates a meeting. Some little thing, something quaint - just a general 'in' into your life. Something to give him an opening to get roots into your daily routine. And he did. He earned your trust - and stayed under your radar as his kills piled up. It was easy, hell maybe even easier, now that he could see your thoughts and the various suspects you had figured out. And just when you thought you had it all figured out, he struck.

It had been a dark night. You had been alone. The call had come through, and you hadn't expected the cold, robotic and unfamiliar voice on the other end. "Should've stayed in your bubble, little bunny." What happened to you next was a total blur - the power went out, the back door was busted open and before you could even think of arming yourself properly, your head was slammed against the counter. You fought - of course you did, who wouldn't? But the man in the mask was able to get the upper hand easily enough - he'd had practice at this after all. You grappled, reaching for the mask as his blade pierced your gut. The shocked look on your face as you recognised that scar on his face sent an electric thrill up his spine - the adrenaline that he lived for as he pulled the knife up, up, up... Until the metal touched the bottom of your sternum. Getting to gut his victims like animals brought such a... Satisfaction to him. And thankfully, for any other busy little bees like yourself who may be catching on to him, you'll be the perfect little red herring to put them off the scent. So, not only does he get to exact his hateful revenge against the crew that wronged him, but he gets a little thrill-filled kill, all to himself. If nothing else, he displays your body near to your property, in all your bloody glory.

[xnadine]

This has literally been in my drafts for ages.

Anyways, figured it was about time I introduced my OC to you all! If anyone has any questions about her please ask!

picrew Baydews avatar creator used for visual reference

Name : Nadine Winters

Military rank : Sergeant Major

Job : CIA Special Operations Officer

Birthday : December 7th 1942

Birthplace : Whitney, Nevada

Love interest : Russell Adler

Eye color : Brown

Hair color : Brown

Height : 5’9

Weight : 73kg

Blood type A+

Prefered weapons : Submachine gun, Pistol and a combat knife

Skills : Marksmanship, intel decoding, bilingual

History : Nadine grew up in Nevada for the first 18 years of her life. Little is known about her childhood or adolescence as she doesn't speak about preferring to keep it private. At 18 she decided to leave home after graduating high school in 1960 and enlist in the military. She was deployed in Vietnam and by the time she was 20, she had been scouted by the CIA and joined Russell Adlers, MACVSOG team stationed at Camp Haskins. Nadine was quiet, but extremely intelligent, Russell took her under his wing and became her mentor teaching her valuable skills both on the field and off the field, he even helped her get through her green beret training. He later taught her Russian as he found her intelligence to be unique, he saw an opening for her to be able to decode Russian intel which he appreciated. 

Outfits ; Her usual style of clothing often entails a black leather jacket, a jumper, usually Russells yellow turtleneck that she steals on occasion and some comfortable black jeans. She isnt a fan of bright clothing prefering something she can stick to the shadows in unless its Russells clothes then she makes the exception.

Tactical gear consists of a black long sleeved shirt, a black tactical vest, black camo tactical cargo pants and black tactical boots. Unless its hot weather which she hates she will opt for a lighter color of tac gear begrudgingly.