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charcoalgrayswriting · 3 months

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Just Hold Me Part 1

Let Us Just Pretend

Bell/Adler if you squint

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Summary: After the events of Solovetsky, Bell has been overworking themselves, much to Adler's displeasure.

Jolting from their sleep-deprived daze, they blink blearily down at the papers in front of them. They knew the second they ceased to be useful, they would get a bullet to the head. It was this fact that pushed them to work tirelessly, hands cramping as they wrote, attempting to decipher Russian codes. They had to be good enough. Their life depended on it.

A steaming cup of tea was placed in front of them, and they glanced up at Adler, emotionless behind his signature shades. He was probably just waiting for an excuse to kill them, to tie up his last loose end in his hunt for Perseus.

They grunted in thanks, pulled out of their focus, only just now realizing how thirsty they were. The cups' warmth seeped into their hands, cold and slow to react because the safehouse had sub-par heating that was rarely enough to warm the building to a livable temperature. Truly, the CIA spared no expense.

Letting the steam warm their face they savored the soft herbal smell and the feeling of the warmth against their cheeks before downing the drink in a few gulps, eyes watering as it burned their mouth and down their throat. They could track the path it took through their body, feeling the heat spreading slowly through them. It was nice. Like a hug.

When was the last time they had been hugged?

Turning back to their work, again they buried themselves in the codes and ciphers, mind frantically searching for clues and connections. Adler hovered behind them, and they pretended not to feel his gaze on their back like a brand, silently and irrevocably marking them as his.

A few minutes after they had consumed the tea, they really began to feel tired, slumping forward before jolting back up, the letters and numbers on the page doubling and blurring as their eyes unfocused. Pinching the skin of their wrist between their fingers, they attempted to focus on their work again.

“Bell,” Adler’s voice rumbled from behind them, and they flinched.

Bloodshot unfocused eyes turned to look at him, swaying as they craned their neck to face him, blinking in the harsh fluorescent light of the safehouse.

He was much closer than they thought he was, only a few inches away from them, a hand on the back of their chair.

Blinking up at him, they huffed, “Yeah?” eyes threatening to close, despite not wanting them to. They still had work to do.

“You should get some rest, you haven’t slept more than three hours since we got back from Solovetsky.” he was right, they had returned from the islands over a week ago, but they needed to be useful.

“I’m fine.” they dismissed him, turning back towards their work. This had to be a test, somehow, some way.

“Like fuck you are,” Adler’s hand landed on their shoulder, solid and warm as he spun them around on the metal chair. They swayed, black dots swimming in their vision as they gripped the back of their seat for support.

“Fuck off,” they grumbled, swatting at his hand and missing completely. It stayed, squeezing their shoulder tighter in a once comforting grip.

“I’m giving you a lift back to the hotel, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, but either way, you will be sleeping in a real bed tonight.” for someone supposedly attempting to take care of them, he sure made it sound like a threat.

They scoffed, “Wow it almost sounds like you care.”

“God damnit Bell,” he almost yelled, and they shrink back into themselves. Not noticing, or just not caring, Adler reached under their armpits and yanked them up, sending their chair clattering to the ground as they stood.

The quick ascension made their head spin and their knees buckled almost as soon as they put their weight down. Grappling for Adler, they wrapped their arms around his neck, the only thing keeping them from crashing to the floor was him.

“You call this fine, Bell? You can’t even stand by yourself.” he scoffed, wrapping an arm around their waist, and an arm around their shoulders, pulling them flush up against his warm solid chest.

Their chin landed hard on his shoulder and they inhaled the comforting scent of cigarettes and whatever cologne he used, his hair tickling their temple. As soon as the scent hit them, they relaxed in his arms. A Pavlovian response artificially implanted in their brain.

“I just need to–” they weakly pushed at his firm chest, but Adler cut them off, holding them still.

“What you need is to sleep.” His tone changed from one of annoyance to one of concern, “C’mon Bell, you’re running on fumes.” He shifted them in his arms, sweeping their feet off the ground, one arm braced against their back, the other under their knees.

“Put me down you fucking bastard!” they shouted, words slurring ever so slightly, as they struggled against his iron grip. Unfortunately, they were running on fumes, and their disjointed flailing did less than nothing.

Staying stoically quiet, Adler simply tightened his grip on them, marching towards the safehouses exit. Their pathetic attempts at deterring him did nothing to stop him as he carried them outside into the frigid air.

Opening the car door, he tossed them none too gently into the passenger side. Slamming the door on them, he hurried around to the driver side.

Attempting to orient themselves, their head spun as they sat up on the seat. By the time they had recovered enough to get their bearings, Adler had already locked the car doors and was pulling out of the back alley the car was hidden in.

“You fucker,” they grumbled, flopping down against the seat, head sliding towards the window, feeling the chill radiating from it. Might as well settle in, they were already in the car, and no matter how hard they fought, sleeping in a real bed did sound nice. Not that they would tell him that.

“You need rest if you’re going to be effective Bell.” Adler admonished them, and they laughed brokenly, choking on a sob, leaning against the window of the car, eyes listing closed.

“Oh so that’s your play,” Adler gave a confused grunt, so they continued, voice cracking and words slurring, “Gonna keep me in working shape ‘till I’m all used up, then put a bullet in me.” they sighed, keeping their eyes closed, sinking into the comfortable leather of the seat they dozed on.

“C’mon now Bell, it’s not like that.” one of his hands snuck over and grabbed theirs, warming their cold fingers in his firm grip. It was nice, almost felt like he cared.

“Don’t bother Adler. I’m a loose end.” they sighed, clumsily attempting to pull their hand away from his, and failing, before muttering. “The second Perseus is dead, I will be too. We both know I wasn’t supposed to survive Solovetsky.”

He was silent for a moment, only the sounds of the city filling the silence between them, “That’s what you think? S’ why you’ve been burning the candle at both ends?”

Listlessly, they replied, “My life is determined by my usefulness.” The rest of the ride was silent, at some point, Adler turned on the radio, and soft German singing filled their silence. Weaving in and out of consciousness, they thought that the ride was taking longer than it should, but was too comfortable to care, or to open their eyes.

When the car came to a slow stop and Adler killed the engine, they knew it was time to open their eyes. But they couldn’t bring themselves to do it, even when they heard his sigh and felt his warm hand leave theirs.

Adler must have been feeling kind, because he caught them before they fell out of the car when he opened the door they were leaning on. Grumbling, he picked them up from the seat he had tossed them onto, slamming the door shut with his hip.

God, that should not be attractive, They thought to themselves, allowing their head to rest under his chin, looping one of their shaking arms around his broad shoulders. They watched the scenery go by through heavily lidded eyes.

“Gonna go in the back entrance, don’t want people seeing you and asking questions.” Adler explained, entering through an employee door. Instantly, their body was surrounded by warmth, even warmer than the car. Maybe they had died, and this was Heaven. They probably wouldn't be going to Heaven.

“Just tell ‘em I’m drunk.” they snorted, nestling further into his comforting hold, closing their eyes against the bright lights.

Just for tonight. They promised themselves, unconsciously relaxing into him.

“Close enough to the truth,” Adler murmured, pressing his lips to the top of their head.

“Th’ fucks that mean?” they asked, cheeks flushing. Obviously because of the sudden warmth, and not his actions.

“Mmm,” they felt his chest rumble as he declined to answer, pushing open a door that led to a dimly lit staircase. “Most people use the elevators nowadays, so we can mostly use these things unseen,” he informed them, beginning a slow, steady ascent up the stairs.

“Doesn’t answer my fucking question,” they grumbled, not really expecting an answer from the cryptic bastard anyway.

The asshole just huffed a laugh in response. They weren’t sure how many flights of stairs he climbed, but they did notice when he stopped climbing them, his steps evening out.

Listening to him fumble for the key to the door, they kept their eyes closed. When the pair entered the room, they were quickly deposited on the large plush bed.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea, They acquiesced, curling into a ball where they laid, not bothering to undress or get under the covers.

“Bell,” Adler groaned, and they pried an eye open, staring at his exasperated expression.

“Mmph?” they grunted, not bothering with words.

“You gotta get some pajamas on before you sleep.”

“Oh f’c ‘ff,” they groaned, closing their eyes again, listening to Adler’s long-suffering groan. The sound of a door clicking open and closing was almost interesting enough to force them to open their eyes, but they stayed shut, already halfway to sleep, thinking Adler had just left them.

A few seconds passed before the door opened and closed again. Surprised, they listened to the sound of his feet shuffling across the carpeted floor, the mattress dipping as he sat down at the bottom, pulling one of their legs onto his lap.

Grunting in confusion, they craned their neck, eyes squinted as they watched through blurry vision as Adler began carefully unlacing their boots.

“Wh’t r’e you doin’?” they grumbled, head flopping back down, limbs refusing to respond to them. He still didn’t respond, seemingly entirely focused on removing their boot. Once the first one was deposited on the floor, he grabbed their other leg and repeated the careful process.

Finished, he let them go, and they curled back up and were about to get comfortable before a bundle of clothes hit them in the face.

They startled with a yelp, eyes flying open as they jolted, ready for an attack. Blinking blearily, they stared at the clothes in front of them, a white mens undershirt and a pair of red and black plaid flannel pants.

Locking eyes with Adler, the pair engaged in a staredown, neither willing to break first. When their eyes began to water, they blinked, looking away with a defeated sigh. Clumsily, they sat up and began to shuck off their turtleneck.

Jolting, Adler made a distressed noise, and they couldn’t do anything other than roll their eyes as they looked up at him, top half on, half off.

“You’ve seen me in less,” they grumbled, finally pulling the tight fabric over their head, messing up their hair. Receiving no response from the man, they huffed, beginning to shimmy out of their jeans.

Once they had removed their top layer, they were left in just their underwear and amusedly, Adler still refused to look at them. Stripping the rest of their clothes, they sat naked on the bed, swaying. They reached for the clothes he had brought them, shimmying into the soft, well worn pants.

After wearing jeans for so long, the soft loose fabric felt heavenly against their skin, and they rushed to pull on their top, hands trembling slightly. As they pulled it over their head, they inhaled and stopped short, letting the top fall down their torso, arms still up in the air.

It smelled like him.

“This yours?” they accused, glaring at Adler, who glanced back over at them, face giving away nothing. Sometime, when they had been changing, he had too.

Shrugging nonchalantly, like this wasn’t a major gesture, Adler grunted, “Couldn’t find yours.”

“Coulda jus’ asked.” they squinted suspiciously at him before laying back down, snuggling on top of the warm comforter.

Adler gave a put upon sigh as they closed their eyes again, “Bell,” he groaned, and they heard him begin to walk towards them.

Grumbling, Adler flipped back the covers, “Gonna make me do everything for you?” he scooped them back up in his arms before gently placing them on the uncovered section of bed.

They allowed him to situate them on their back, leaning into his gentle touch. When he pulled away, they pried open their eyes, staring up at him.

He looked so different like this, glasses off, hair disheveled, wearing an old olive t-shirt and worn gray sweatpants. They could almost call this, soft. Domestic.

As if he could read their mind, his face softened, and Adler brushed a lock of hair away from their face before he tucked the covers around them. Unable to help themselves, one of their arms snuck out from the heavy comforter, clumsily grabbing ahold of his shirt, just before he pulled away.

Looking down at their half-lidded eyes, Adler hummed, taking their hand in his. It was rough, calloused from years of hard work in the field.

They tugged at his hand, cheeks warming. “Stay,” they whispered, looking away from his intense gaze.

“You are in no condition–”

“No! Not… not like that.” they stuttered, “Just hold me close until I go to sleep.” they blinked up at Adler, and could see his hesitation.

Disappointed, but not surprised, they slowly began to withdraw their hand from his. Scrambling, Adler gripped them tighter, and they looked back up at him.

“Scoot over,” he demanded, and they smiled up at him, just a small thing. Complying, they shuffled over, watching as he sat on the edge of the bed.

He stared down at them for a few seconds, “You sure?”

They groaned, rolling their eyes again, “Let us just pretend, if only for tonight?” they blinked up at him, eyes wide.

He is silent as he slides in next to them, rolling onto his side to face them. They copied his movement, hesitantly snuggling into his open arms. Placing their head under his chin, they allowed Adler to roll onto his back with them now half laying on top of him, their only protest a small squeak.

Slowly, they melted into his embrace, muscles relaxing as they rode his chest up and down. A contented sigh left them as Adler began to play with their hair, his hand warm and firm against the back of their neck.

His chest rumbled underneath them as he whispered, “I’m not pretending,” just as they tipped off the cliff of wakefulness and into the deep ocean of sleep.

Part 2 will be Adlers POV of this interaction

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hpdwistso · 2 years

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Yes.

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elemiller · 4 months

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I’M ALIVE, and with great news ‼️

I take this scene from Blade Runner 2049, and…

BOOM‼️

I’ve added Adler and my Bell OC!

I worked for 3 fucking hours on this thing, but I think it was worth it

#cod #russell adler #call of duty #call of duty cold war #bell x adler #cod fanart #cod headcanons #fanart #russell adler x bell #blade runner #blade runner 2049 #you look lonely #i can fix them #SoundCloud

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darlingor · 2 years

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Long Past Dawn Pt. 6

Russell Adler x Fem Ghost! Bell

Warnings: nothing really, a kinda heavy topic and some fluff

Words: 1,340

As always, more below the cut!

Note: italics indicate a characters unspoken thoughts outside of a quote!

The night was restless. That moment replayed over and over in his head. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been that angry, he thought he had put that part of him to rest long ago. What scared him the most was in that moment, he wasn’t just angry. He was irate. She had only tried to help him and in turn, he berated her. And for that, he felt like shit. After tossing and turning for hours, he finally decided around 4 am to completely abandon the idea of sleep. Instead, he made his way down the stairs, into the kitchen, and brewed a cup of coffee.

With coffee in hand, he stepped out his front door and into the chilly air. He wanted to get his mind off of the event, but it seemed like it was transfixed on it. She had tried to play it off, but he remembered seeing that look in her eyes. He could practically see the fear gripping her shaking form. He turned his head to look at her house as he took a sip of the hot liquid. He could imagine her shutting the door, and sliding down it with tears in her eyes. He winced at the idea.

He had to admit it to himself, he felt a fondness for her brewing inside. He also thought she had a crush on him, especially since she asked him to dinner first. And it wasn’t that he was seeking out a partner, but he had been on his own for a while now, and he wasn’t exactly opposed to one. But any chance they had together was probably down the drain now. All because he can’t move on from a fucking commie. But she was so much more than that.

Bell had exited the house as well, and she stood almost shoulder to shoulder with him trying to decipher his thoughts. She assumed he was thinking about the incident, and she figured he was quite upset about it. In the short time she had known him, she had come to realize that he was a ponderer. He would sit and stare while meticulously picking a part moments in his head, checking if his response was valid, or if it should have been different, though he hardly ever regretted them.

In that quiet moment, a feeling of regret settled in her stomach. Maybe I should have left him alone. It seems I’ve caused more problems than I’ve solved. She suddenly noticed him stand up straight, and he laid his coffee cup on the front porch table. She watched with furrowed brows as he walked down the stairs and towards her front door. She decided to stay back this time.

He needed to talk to her, to see her. He wanted to apologize. Lord knows he wouldn’t be able to rest if he didn’t. He stood in front of her door for a moment, contemplating the many possible outcomes. Would she be mad? Scared? Confused? He concluded she would feel all three eventually. He took in a ragged breath before knocking on her wooden door. He waited a moment before delivering another knock. He then noticed a dim light flick on in one of the rooms, and he prepared himself for her presence. The door swung open to reveal her small frame drowned in pajama pants and a sweatshirt, her hair sticking up in some places. He noted her expression as one of confusion, thankfully no anger or fear. They stared for a short moment before she opened her mouth to speak.

“Mr. Adler? It’s 4 in the morning, what are you doing here?” She cocked her head at him.

“Do you mind if I come in? I’d just like to talk.”

She wordlessly stepped out of the way and motioned him inside with her hand. He gave her a polite nod and stepped just past her. Once she closed the door, she took a cautious step by him and he followed her into the living room.

“Please, sit.” He took his place on a section of her fluffy couch, and she sat in the recliner opposite him.

“Thank you, Steph-“

“Why are you here? You made it very clear that you didn’t want my help.” A soft sigh left his lips as he hung his head. There was the anger.

“I… wanted to apologize. I understand you just wanted to help, and I appreciate that more than you know. But I also wanted to explain myself.” He looked into her eyes for any objection, but he saw nothing. Only acceptance, how strange. “I’ve done some bad things in my life. Most I’ve never batted an eye to. But that last person I hurt, she’s stuck with me. Haunted me. I haven’t been able to think about much else. And these emotions are so foreign to me, I don’t know how to handle them.” Stephanie listened intently with a tender look on her face. “I’ve felt weak. The prideful part of me wants to… wants to go it alone. But I’ve started to realize I can’t do that.” Stephanie sat for a moment, mulling over his words in her head and searching for a response. After a minute of comfortable silence, Stephanie slowly stood from her seat, and made her way across the room to him. She took a seat on the couch next to him, and looked into his icy blue eyes.

“I’m trying my best to understand. I know you’re hurting, and I know you’re fighting something in your head. And since I can’t know exactly, I simply want to be here for you. Whenever you need me.” He was taken aback at her words. If she were any other woman, he would have thought it odd. But this was Stephanie, and he could tell that she loved fiercely. This realization made hurting her sting so much more. She dropped her head as a small smile graced her features. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” She picked her head back up to meet his eyes, which were watching her intently. “But I like you Mr. Adler, I really do. And in more than just a friendship way.” She reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers. Russell looked down at their enveloped hands, seeing how his large hand drowned hers. His eyes trailed back up to her. “If you’d let me, I’d love to help you as much as I can. Even if you just need a person to talk to. I’m all ears.”

He stared at her silently for a moment, the gears in his head turning. She watched as his eyes flicked from her own, down to her lips. She couldn’t tell if she was imagining it, but she hoped to God she wasn’t. Slowly, he leaned in and placed his lips on hers. The kiss was so tender, so full of sweetness. Stephanie’s hand rose to cup his scarred cheek as she kissed him back. Her heart was beating in her ears, and she still wasn’t quite sure if this was a dream or reality. They both pulled away and stared at each other deeply. She caressed his cheek, tracing his jaw line down to his chin, and it didn’t escape her how he leaned in to her touch slightly. Stephanie rose from the couch, her hand still in his, and gently pulled him up off the coach and guided him up the stairs to her bed room. Russell followed closely, not daring to fall behind. Once in the dimly lit room, Stephanie placed another kiss onto his soft lips. She pulled away slowly, and their eyes locked. “I don’t want us to do anything tonight.” She whispered. “I just want you to rest.” He felt elated at the words, and he followed her movement as she pulled back the covers and slipped into the bed.

They laid on their sides, her back pressed firmly against his chest, and his arm draped over her protectively. He slowly began to drift off, but not before he caught the sleepy words from the younger woman. “Good night Russell.”

And he slept the best he’d slept in years.

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No explanation. Wallow in this. xoxo.

Forgot my tag list, sorry!

@kylezkie4adler @animefreak1145 @stupid-stinky @parkeepingparker @holy-crap-i-am-russell-adler @mayaibnlaahad @holdmegentlypls

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adlerboi · 2 years

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Russell Adler

#call of duty #cold war #black ops cold war #russell adler #adler #wallpaper #bell x adler

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paddyfitz · 9 months

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Ok I know i'm so delusional when it comes to bell/adler but COME ON. i know i have a playlist of 117 songs that relate to them but THIS

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL ANY OTHER WAY ABOUT THIS

#specifically this is about MY fic like 'call your bluff' BRO #badler #bell x adler #my fic

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yourlocalqreator · 1 year

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Isabella BELL Beaufort

Theme song: Silhouette by Phuture Noize

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PLAYLIST 1

PLAYLIST 2

Are you ok?? The hell?

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Voice Claim: Lilly Rose Depp

Face Claim:Lilly Rose Depp ofc

Name: Isabella Beaufort

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Nickname(s):Bell

Alias(es): Belle, Adlers Protege

Timeline: Black Ops Cold War

Rank: Agent

Regiment:

Status: Shot but healed up by Adler

Birth Date: November 27, 1954

Death Date: shot by Adler but was taken care of

Occupation: CIA

Affiliation(s): Soviet until (Formerly)

KGB/CIA (Currently)

fun fact: Like Hailey "Rose" Quinn She taught herself martial arts

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"Adler, I Forgive you"

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Skin Tone: White

Eye Color: Hazel dark

Hair Color: brownish black

Hair Length: Waist Length

Hairstyle: Hair Down Ponytail,

When she wears her Balacleva, a low bun

Height: 5,4

Weight: 90 lbs

Scars/Marks/Burns: The wound that she got shot at by Adler got healed but not to much

Tattoos: none

Physical Enhancements: none

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"ADLER ITS SOLOVETSKY”

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Personality: she is a sweet, soft, and bubbly person but she is also violent, aggressive, and yea

who used to be an agent of Perseus until she got brainwashed by the CIA

Fear(s): Losing her loved ones, and her Team

Likes: Nice People, Victory, betrayal

Dislikes: Mean People, Enemies

Habit(s): Thinking

Flaw(s): Yes

Talent(s): Photography, and combat

The Character’s Relationship With Others

Reputation: Isabella got along with the team s well even with Adler

Well.. idk about Hudson

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"Russel the scar looks cute I mean it"

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Love Interest(s):

Russel Adler When Isabella gets brainwashed by Adler Adler noticed something different about her, Both bell and Adler have some romantic, cute, and sexual chemistry

When she found out the team has been brainwashing her she was mad but she gave Adler a 2nd chance so she stopped the nukes

Friend(s):

Russel Adler

Helen Park

Mason Woods

Frank Woods

Sims

Death's Mission:

Rose

Logan Walker

Alex Keller

Enemy(ies):

Perseus

Arash

Stitch

Adler (For a bit)

Relationship(s):

Doesn't have one

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"Stitch? you mean that fucking guy?"

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The Character’s Abilities

Fighting Style: Kung Fu, Krav Maga Tae Kwon Do, Vacom, Silat

Weapons: M16A1, 1911, M60, Tranquilizer Gun, MP5, Type 63, Gallo SA12, RPD, LW3 - Tundra, Pellington 703, Hauer 77, Recurve Bow, M79, War Machine, XM4, AK-47, any weapon obtained by the player

Preferred Weapon(s): A Weapon

(On a scale of 1 - 10; 1 being terrible and 10 being the best)

Agility: 9/10

Hand-to-Hand Combat:10 /10

Long Range Accuracy: 8/10

Defense:9 /10

Offense: 9/10

People Skills:9 /10

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"Wait, I.. I wasn't in Vietnam???”.."

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Birthplace: Paris, France

Family:

Father: Aleski Beaufort

Status: ???

Mother: Farina Beaufort

Status: ???

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"I'm from France"

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Character Background

She was born in Paris France and was adopted by 2 Russian soldiers who died after being assassinated. Before moving to Russia to become a soldier in the Soviet Union, she received a pendant from her mother as a gift, telling her to never give up when all things seemed hopeless before both her father and mother passed. She was a soldier of the Soviet Union and for Perseus, the main military force of the country.

Sometime during her teen days as a Combrate, she befriended Arash Kadivar, who became her sparring partner and closest comrade. With the forces of "evil" approaching the Homeland, the military council of Of the Soviets decided to get the nukes in Solovetsky in order to expand Perseus' defenses. When Isabella and Arash were in the car they were talking about the nukes and the nukes detonating Solovetsky, but then Arash got out of the car then saying to her that Perseus thinks too highly of her before shooting both the driver and her. But then Adler, along with Mason and woods found Isabella who was still alive, and killed Kadivar.

Soon Adler took her into a place and started using MKUltra to brainwash her and transfer his memories onto hers with the help of Helen Park to help them find Perseus.

First, it was about the DaNang war back in the 1960s Meeting Adler and Sims. Bell helped the team and also gained the trust of the CIA and with missions with the help of the saying that triggered her by Adler, "Bell, we've got a job to do."

After the nukes were over and Adler shot her in the head he knew what he did wrong and never wanted to brainwash her again so he carried her to the safe house to fix her up. When she woke up he apologized for it took bell a moment to forgive him because she was mad but he was forgiven and now the rest of the team along with bell in 1984 catch stitch and his evil in Verdansk.

TRIVIA

In Call Of Duty Deaths Mission In Rose Premonition, She died by her head getting exploded, In the final ending, she dies by getting trisected by a random barbed wire while falling from a building that's just broke

#Isabella Bell Beaufort #cod cold war #bell x adler #Spotify

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chaosgoodvibes · 10 months

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There was a poem written two nights ago and I decided to turn it into a story last night. My first fic over 1000 words in a while and I'm so proud of myself. Also probably the most dialogue in a published fic of mine to date.

You don't really need to know any game lore for this to make sense, it's just post-canon domestic fluff. This Bell is nonbinary, uses they/he pronouns, and prefers masculine nouns, but is mostly written with they/them.

#cod #cod cold war #black ops cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod adler #cod bell #russell adler #bell x adler #adler x bell

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spongeyspot · 6 months

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Toxic Traits/Red Flags HC

Characters: Arthur, Javier, John, Lenny, Dutch, Micah, Charles, Sean, Hosea, Mary Beth, Abigail, Tilly, Karen, Sadie, Molly

(A/N): WE WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT THIS DAWG. I LOVED @cowboyfromh3ll 's take on that shit sm and these hcs have literally been swimming in my head for weeeeeeeeks bro

Edit: some of these were kinda hard because there's not a lot of bad in the characters themselves... I had trouble with specifically Charles, Lenny, Mary Beth, and Tilly. Sorry if they may be OOC. IM EVEN DOING THE GIRLS BECAUSE IM IN A SILLY GOOFY MOOD

Content Warning: female reader, jealousy, self hate, narcissism, gaslighting, physical abuse, verbal abuse, mental abuse, mentions of murder and violence, mentions of infidelity, mentions of sex (Sean, Micah, Sadie kind of) (MINORS DNI)

Not edited btw

The boys

Arthur Morgan

- Honestly, I feel like Arthur would have this insane, crippling fear of rejection, especially when it comes to dating. - His self hate/deprecation plays a huge part in this, and quite honestly, him and Mary not working out probably also probably contributed to it. - Very emotionally distant. Has a hard time expressing his feelings openly due to that same fear of rejection.🚩 - Bottles shit up until he feels like he's gonna explode 🚩 - His impulse control is almost nonexistent 🚩 - Will resort to saying things that he doesn't even mean. He just says things when he's angry🚩 - Will hate himself even more if he makes you cry - Won't hesitate to run away from camp for a while to cool off. This isn't necessarily a bad thing per se, but he usually takes his time away to overthink the fuck out of everything - Prone to acting violent. (not to someone he cared about, but to other people, absolutely)Also due to his poor impulse control. 🚩

Javier Escuella

- Has a flirty personality, but around women, it just seems to get worse. 🚩 - Tells you you're overreacting if you tell him it bothers you🚩 - Overprotective of you. Always has his eyes on you, and practically orders you to stay in camp where it's safe. - As if you step one foot outside the camp without him, you'll spontaneously drop dead - Jealous asf. Are you laughing at what Bill just said? It wasn't even that funny. Why are you standing so close to him? You should be at least 6 feet away from him, not 5 and a half. 🚩 - Also has a problem with how you dress sometimes. God forbid your shirt is ever low cut. He'd probably ask you to change. 🚩 - And if you get offended or upset, he'll lie and tell you it's because he can't stop staring at your chest, and he'd like to focus of whatever it was he was doing.🚩

John Marston

- Stubborn as all hell. Doesn't listen to anybody for anything.🚩 - Commitment issues up the ass - Says mean things out of anger and sometimes actually means them 🚩 - Won't apologize half the time. He thinks kissing it better actually makes it better 🚩 - Regularly ignores his own bad habits instead of actually facing them 🚩 - Will run away from problems like Arthur, but worse. He'd be gone a really long time.🚩 - Gets annoyed with you if you get angry at him for leaving and staying away for a while. He told you he needed space, didn't he? What else do you need from him?? 🚩 - Ignorantly clueless half the time. Head empty, no thoughts.

Lenny Summers

- Not assertive in the slightest, and usually, respectfully, keeps to himself. -Takes orders without verbal complaints but inside he's annoyed as fuck 🚩 - Even if he hates doing something he'll probably just go "Okay" and do it anyway, and he'll sulk all day afterwards - Refuses to tell you what's wrong because he thinks he'll sound childish.🚩 - If you push the issue, he might snap at you out of annoyance like "Would you just let it be??" - Immediately feels guilty and shameful, and he'll hide away until he's ready to apologize and face you again - Also kind of a know-it-all... He'll correct you a LOT. It would get annoying 🚩 - Would blatantly tell you you're wrong before correcting you🚩 - Not necessarily an asshole about it but he still tends to get under your skin sometimes

Dutch Van Der Linde

- The BIGGEST Narcissist you'll ever meet.🚩 -He loses another piece of his mental state with every breath he takes. Slowly but surely losing his mind.🚩 - King of gaslighting🚩 - How could you even think that about him? He could never do anything wrong! You must be crazy...🚩 - Tries to recite his "pretty words" from Evelyn Miller to try and sound smarter than he actually is 🚩 - Expects you to just feed his ego without him actually doing anything to earn it🚩 - Will try to correct you even when he's wrong🚩 - Refuses to admit he's wrong. He can never be wrong. That word isn't even in his vocabulary unless he's talking about literally anyone but himself🚩

Micah Bell

- Where do I even start with this guy - Not above putting his hands on you if he doesn't get his way. Let's be honest here.🚩 - Mega Narccisist, almost as bad as Dutch 🚩 - Will brag and share every sexual encounter you've ever had with him like he's talking about the weather🚩 - VERY prone to Violence 🚩 - NO impulse control. Murders people for fun.🚩 - Backhanded and borderline abusive compliments 24/7 "You'd look so good if you weren't so fucking fat..." 🚩 - Selfish lover. Thinks just sticking it in will do the trick, and it does, for him at least.🚩 - Little to no affection. What are you? His girlfriend? Wait...🚩 -If he actually does show you affection, and you react in surprise, he'll tell you to go fuck yourself, and that that's the last time he ever does anything nice for you.🚩

Charles Smith

- Impossible to read sometimes - Like Arthur, Charles tends to keep a lot of his emotions bottled up until he feels like he's gonna pop 🚩 - Like most of the men in the Van Der Linde gang, Charles is also prone to acting violently. I mean, he started a bar fight with a fucking chair, and he fights in street fighting rings, let's be real for a second.🚩 - He's incredibly quiet and reserved a lot of the time, and sometimes you just assume that he's listening to you when you talk, but a lot of the time, he's lost in his own thoughts. - Will do everything anyone asks him to at the expense of his own free time and energy, and sometimes he works himself to exhaustion just to try and please everyone.🚩 - In doing so, he sometimes doesn't have time for himself at the end of the day. It also seems like you spend time together less and less as the days go on. - If he ever got himself hurt and you tried to help him, he'd decline any help with anything to save his own pride. The last thing he needs is you thinking he's weak. 🚩 - Extremely Overprotective. Like to the point where he'd beat the shit out of anybody you asked him to🚩

Sean Macguire

- An Alcoholic🚩 - horny 99% of the time, but half that time he probably has whiskey dick. Still asks you to try but doesn't understand that it's like trying to play pool with a rope... - If he can manage to be sober enough to actually get it up, and you're not in the mood, he'd get pissy and annoyed with you for "wasting his boner" 🚩 - Will probably also brag about having sex with you to everyone🚩 - Needy as all hell - Bro sulks on purpose - Low key loves the attention you give him when you continue to ask him what's wrong, but he never actually tells you and constantly says "I'm fine..." or "It's nothing..." 🚩 - But then sighs dramatically and continues sulking and dragging his feet so you keep giving him more attention 🚩

Hosea Matthews

- Ignores his physical health until he's practically dying. You've told him to get that cough looked at for literal years and he just says "I will" and does nothing 🚩 - sometimes talks to you as if you're a child especially if he's around Dutch -low key gaslights you sometimes 🚩 - and he says it with such a gentle tone, its hard to catch it 🚩

The girls

Mary Beth Gaskill

- Daydreams way too much - Likes to live in her romance novel fantasy land rather than face reality 🚩 - Cries a lot - Tries to be angry but can't help but cry instead - If crying makes you feel bad for her, she'll probably do it on purpose so you comfort her and give her attention🚩 -If you're in a fight, she'll turn on the crocodile tears to get you to stop being angry with her or whatever it is you're arguing about.🚩

Abigail Roberts

- She can be verbally abusive if she's pushed far enough 🚩 - Holds in a lot of her emotions🚩 - Neglectful of her own personal needs to make sure you or Jack are fully provided or cared for🚩 - a lot of the time, when she's upset with you, you're probably given the cold shoulder and the silent treatment - incredibly protective. Not necessarily a bad thing, but she can sometimes be super overbearing.

Tilly Jackson

- Tells it how she sees it, sometimes accidentally sounding a lot colder than she means to 🚩 - Too sarcastic for her own good 🚩 - Laughs a little too much sometimes when you tell a joke, and you can often tell it's actually incredibly fake🚩 - gets irritated really easily, especially if she's bothered while doing her chores. The last thing she needs is Grimshaw on her ass again.🚩 - irritable a lot of the time, unintentionally becoming short or snapping at you - like john, she also believes that kissing it better is better than actually apologizing

Karen Jones

- An alcoholic 🚩 - picks fights with you for fun, finds it entertaining to see how red your face can get from anger 🚩 - Screaming matches are a regular occurance between you guys, and she starts it almost every time 🚩 - Pretty jealous when it comes to the opposite sex🚩 - Has self doubt and believes that she can't give you everything a man probably could

Sadie Adler

- The nosiest woman in America. No chill. She reads everyone's mail. - Makes a lot of loose threats 🚩 - Anger issues🚩 - Low impulse control🚩 - Can be a little too rough sometimes 🚩 - If she's upset with you, she'll either yell or storm off. Sometimes both. 🚩 -(She tends to walk away a lot more often because she's actuall self aware that her anger issues are a problem) - She'd never admit that to you though.

Molly O'Shea

- Even more jealous than Javier🚩 - Glares at and envies anyone you talk to that isn't her🚩 - Has immaginary conversations with people in her head🚩 - Rubbing her hands together when the real life conversations are following the script she had planned out in her brain - Needs constant reassurance - "D'you even love me anymore?!"🚩 - Overthinks everything 🚩 - Paranoid as hell about infidelity - Gets mad at you when she dreams about you cheating on her🚩

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