#cod adler

You’re one responsibility as Russell Adler’s wife is to be happy.

That is it, that is all.

You don’t have to work, you don’t have to stress. Just be happy. And that’s perfectly fine with you.

Russell lives in a home on the coast, perfect view of the beach, a five bedroom, 3 full bathroom, with living and sitting room and a luxurious pool. A smaller guest house which he calls ‘the dog house’ since it’s exactly the place he sleeps when you two fight.

Some days, like today, are spent with out lounging around in bed, half naked. You eat breakfast around ten, smoke a joint by the pool, another cat nap by 12, lounge in the pool while eating some snacks till 3. Then let the house keeper make dinner.

You don’t have to lift a finger around here, though you do help Mable when you’re up to it. Some days you send her home (sure to pay her extra on those days.) Some days days you wake up to the sweet caress of his hand on your cheek, trialing down your chest, then he leaves a lingering kiss on your neck. When your long lashes flutter open, he smiles, when your eyes meet his, “Hi there gorgeous, how was your day?”

The days when he randomly brings someone home, you forgot about dinner and come down in only a thong, showing off your curves and tattoos, and a small shirt that’s hugging your pierced nipples, curls a mess a top your head, sleep in your eyes.

He can’t help the smirk that dances on your lips, you’re so absentmindedly sexy, so cute as you yawn his name.

And Adler is a show off, let’s whoever there get a glimpse of you, till he guides you to the kitchen, sure to kiss your lips and let you know he’ll be joining you for once.

He’s quick to kick out the guest.

And then there are the nights after long days, where you come home to the door shutting, he finds you on the couch, lazily looking from the tv to him.

“You didn’t have to stay up honey.”

You think about it for a moment, shrugging, “I wanted to though.”

And his heart beats a little faster, the exhaustion falling off him the closer he gets to you, throwing off his shoes jacket and those classic glasses, till he falls into your open arms on the couch. Letting your manicured fingers run through his blonde locks, cuddling his head further into the crook of your neck.

You sigh playfully, kissing the top of his head, “Don’t get hard.”

He groans, getting fully relaxed in your arms, pecking your neck, “ ‘M tryin not to.”

The older man is just more than happy to be home, with you.

a/n: the lyrics on my mind while I wrote this was, “you say that my body is a temple, you say that my lips might be the answer.”

continuation

snowy evening

"Stop what?"

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;

getting back into COD a bit….. not much. just wanted to draw this sigma since I don’t think I have before actually. he’s super awesome !!!