#Black ops 6

[artistcalledbella]

sketches of case

[lorvdz]

I KNOW THIS ISNT DONE BUT ITS TOO GOOD NOT TO POST IT ON HERE!!! :3

[infiniteheartsglitch]

He’s drawn so perfectly 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Some Adler sketches I didn't know what to do with xD

Might redraw the last one tho with colours and rendering 👀

[adlerboi]

Russell Adler

[dearlydevoured]

minors do not interact, please! — oh, a troubled adler left to stare at the ceiling after having sex with bell.

they are so trusting of him, an unknowing sacrificial lamb who sees adler as the soft glow of trust and love despite it all, head on his chest as they are fast asleep and unaware. it’s all fabricated, woven by his thick fingers stained with the stench of nicotine and a permanent need to scratch an open wound. bell is the enemy, so what is he doing here? he’d think about how maybe things could’ve been different, but it didn’t matter anymore; the past has merged and shifted, placing you both in the same bed.

[simp-ly-writes]

Professionals

─────── · · A Black Ops 6 FanFic

Pairing: Russell Adler x Fem!Spy!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You are a MI6 spy with a secret mission different to what the CIA has requested you for; using your information gathering expertise, you pose as Russell Adlers wife as the both of you go undercover abroad, the catch? MI6 wants to know everything about your "husband" just as much as you do.

─ · · TAGS: no use of (y/n), non-canon compliant, flirting, use of pet names, teasing, fluff.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,607

─ · · A/N: I always wanted to try and make one of those series that stems off into prompts and scenarios so use this chapter as the basis! 😊 (I hope this somewhat makes sense lol).

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Monday Night | MI6 Agency, London

It was one of the few nice nights of the year yet here you were sat inside your Directors office. A couple dozen high ranking officers swarming around you, the room tense in wait as the leather of your seat groaned as you took a seat.

One thing happened after another, a team was preparing your looks, another briefing you on culture, customs and speech. You had worked for the secret intelligence service for over two and a half decades, starting right out of university yet had never experienced something quite like this in all your history. All you could do is nod along.

"He'll be sat there waiting when you arrive. He is CIA, Clandestine special officer. A full report will be sent to your room when you arrive, deployment immediately. You are dismissed, officer," was all you gathered from your Director before you were being followed out into a car, your belongings already packed for you, ring box sitting heavy between your hands in your lap. You couldn't find it in you to open it.

"You ready, (last/name)?" one of your fellow operators, Bill asked you, driving the car another office sat shotgun, so much security... you think to yourself, worried for what the hell kind of a mission they were sending you on and with who of all people?

"What am I not ready for?" you ask back, faking confidence yet feeling frustrated by the lack of information you were receiving before going overseas and acting as a double-agent.

"Well, from knowing you, marriage," he chuckles, fixing the rear-view mirror as you shuffle around in the backseat. It was obviously meant to be a joke to cheer you up yet the word marriage rung through your head, echoing on repeat.

"Well it's not like I'm actually gonna get married, Bill. Just got to look all pretty, get the information, and get the hell out. The ring is just another thing of the disguise at the end of the day," you reply with nonchalance before opening the ring box- immediately regretting so as you stare at the most gorgeous ring you could ever dream of.

What the fuck, is all you can mutter underneath you breath before Bill is pulling into a parking sport at the airport. The other officer already running around back to the truck, unloading your gear. Bill lets out a long low whistle after seeing the ring.

"Well, everyone's going to know your a taken woman with that rock on your finger." You flip Bill the finger, placing the ring onto your left hand before throwing the box into your handbag and stepping out of the car. A plane waits for you on the tarmac, engines already roaring and with one wave back to the boys, you are off up in the air on on your way to America.

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Tuesday Morning | Hotel, Washington, D.C.

When arriving to the "Land of Freedom," you quickly hailed a cab to your to-be-shared hotel room for the next few days. Your boss mentioned it as a speed, "get-to-know one another" meeting but in your eyes it would be the opportunity to get the upper hand on information.

Your mission was simple, do the missions the CIA wanted you in, provide them with the information they wanted all the while taking what your agency wanted- who exactly is Russell Adlers and what the hell they were doing with brainwashing.

You were surprised to see how many lanes of traffic there were on your want to the hotel room and once arriving to the five-star hotel, staff members were there awaiting your arrival, "Mrs. Adler, please allow me to hold your belongings and bring them up to your room for you. An assortment of breakfast has been prepared at your husbands request and will arrive in 30 minutes."

White gloves swiftly took your baggage from out of the trunk another holding the door open for you both before leading you up to your room. Deep stained hardwood made your heels click against its surface in tune with the live performance piano. You took in the dazzling crystal chandeliers of the lobby with its panelled walls and luscious plants. The elevator was glass with a gold banister that you leaned upon, examining every exist and staff member positioned for the "just-in-case" that came with the job.

With a ding, you were up to the ninth floor and lead down a cosy lit hallway before being presented with your keycard. A white glove motioned to the scanner before holding the door open for you to enter first.

The room was moody and romantic just as the lobby was fit with golden accents, walls in that signature wood paneling, and floor finished in a plush cream carpet. A kitchenette, small living space and bed set with fresh white sheets and a few too many pillows off to another room set within the suite. You were impressed to say the least once hearing the last of your luggage be placed within the room.

"Is there anything else we could assist you with Mrs. Adler?" the staff member asks, eyes hanging onto your every word- eager to help. You smiled at the young man before shaking your head with a smile. A strand of your hair falling out of place in doing so. "No, I am quite alright. Thank you for your work, I'll be sure to make my husband reward your service this morning." And with that, the door closed behind you as you took in the silence of the space before going digging.

Grabbing your gloves from your purse on the counter you opened every drawer and cranny, looking underneath every piece of furniture in the main room before heading towards the bedroom. The singular bed mocked you as the white sheets glistened through the sunlight peaking through the sheer curtains.

A singular small suitcase sat on an armchair that faced the bed. Delicately zipping it open you took apart its components yet finding nothing out of the ordinary, not a sloppy worker, you praised your "husband" before placing a small tracker into one of the open seams.

Standing back up and looking outside the reflection of another body behind you had you freezing in the moment. A tall man stood behind you by the outline of his broad shoulders, your eyes flickered between the two of you in the reflection. His voice casting goosebumps across your skin before you were reining yourself in, remember who you are, remember what the job is, remember-

"Hello, Sweetheart. Anything your looking for in particular?"

Shit. You turned around, casting a quick signature smile before slowly taking off your gloves and walking over to the side table. You felt his stare watching as you moved around the room as you took a seat on the corner of the bed.

"Just making sure that my husband was leaving me with no surprises after all you do know how much your wife hates them so," you retort now taking your time to stare. You took in the loafers he wore, freshly polished and leather matching the belt looping through pressed dress pants with the collared shirt he wore, a pair of aviators hanging from the unbuttoned part of his shirt.

His muscles bulged from the sleeves, veins casting up from his fingertips and up to his neck, beard freshly shaven and fitting the classy affluent couple look you both were assigned. Your eyes stopped at his face, watching as his head tilted in a silent demand for you to dare ask about the scar running up from his cheek to his nose.

"Already getting protective of me?" Adler teases catching your ring finger twitch at the name with a smirk.

You didn't appreciate him already trying to be above you, "the papers never said my husband would be handsome. How could they leave such an important part out?" you smile, your words genuine but the way in which you cross your legs after saying it as your husband raising a brow before rolling his eyes.

"I'm not the one you're trying to charm over. Save it for when we get overseas, I'm sure they'll enjoy it more-"

"And you didn't enjoy me calling you handsome?" you press forwards watching Adler roll his shoulders before scoffing. "I know I am, didn't need you to say it."

You gasp playfully, standing to tease more of his personality out of him but before you can reach Adler has your wrist in a firm yet gentle grip, cautious of his own strength. "I'm not going to break if you hold me so gently, Mr. Adler."

"Well, Mrs. Adler. If you think I'm going to get handsy you're wrong. Take the bed tonight, I'll settle on the couch."

Breakfast arrived shortly after your teasing match and while eating you appreciated that Adler did in fact hold table manners. Always making sure your coffee and water was filled yet apparently it was a step too far in asking for a bite off his plate as he waved you off.

It was the first day of a mission that you did not know when it would end but as you laid there in the cold sheets listening to Adler hum along to something on the radio before taking a drag from his cigarette. There was the smallest part of you hopeful that he would not hate you after all of this that became overshadowed by the job and everything you had at stake. There was no question but being the utmost professional.

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─ · · A/N: what did you think?? 👀 I've got some ideas of Adler finding out you have a side mission, introducing you to members of the team, missions gone wrong-AH! So many ideas, let me know if any of these stand out! 😄💕

[blau04-2]

wip

[collinnmckinley]

Call of Duty: Black Ops 6 - gifs 13/? | "How do you think Woods is dealing with all of this?"

[altcvnningham]

am i annoying you yet am i annoying you yet am i annoying you yet am i annoying you yet am i annoying you yet am i annoying you yet

[girlfcker]

has anyone been able to rip a case model from the files yet? :o i need to look at every detail of that man

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Okay a bit more of it yk

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since Adler had laid back and beckoned you up. He’d gently held your hand as you crawled up over his chest, onto his face. You’d locked your hands around the flowers carved into the headboard of the bed to keep yourself balanced, as he’d locked his arms around your thighs to make you sit, his warm tongue lapping at your pussy as the cold metal of his sunglasses dug into your thighs. It could have been minutes, hours, days, that you’d been up here. 

You knew that the room was hot. Either that, or you were, as your blood coursed through your veins, trying to keep you alive and breathing as you struggled to process how many times he’d made you come. You knew that Adler’s face looked good even when mostly obscured between your thighs and his sunglasses. You got a peek over every time you looked down, his hair sprawling back messily from his brow. 

You could feel your chest catching with each breath as he rubbed his nose against your clit, dipping his tongue in and out of your cunt, his nails digging into your skin making it feel like he was trying to eat you alive. You choked out a half-formed syllable that was meant to be his name, the letter S hissing between your lips, your body clenching as you came again. Your grip on the headboard tightened, and you were sure it was going to break under your fingers as your pussy fluttered on his tongue, your thighs squeezing like a vice around his head. A deep groan rumbled in Adler’s chest, until it was interrupted by an unmistakable crack, that came from between your thighs. 

You fell back into his lap as he sat up, catching you in one of his arms as he dragged you back from the headboard, pulling the broken sunglasses from his face. They were split clean in two, right down the middle of the bridge. 

“Would you look at that.” He mumbled, struggling out of his pussy drunk state into shock and horror, as he cradled the pieces in his hand.

You struggled for words, not wanting the first thing you said to be a horny-hazy, whoops. You took a deep breath and leant up on your elbow, propping yourself up against his shoulder. “Good thing I got you a spare pair, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, letting the shock peter out into laughter, carefully studying the place where the glasses had broken apart.

“You know, next time, you could just be conventional and not insist on wearing sunglasses while you eat my cunt.” You reached out and took the pieces from his hand. You knew he liked his sunglasses, but you were sitting here with your tits out, for fucks sake. “Kinda feels like you care more about these things, than me.”

“Fuck. Didn’t mean that.” He said, but kept watching the pieces closely, tightening his arms around your middle as you leant over to the bedside table and carefully set them down. “What’re you doing with that?” 

“I’m gonna keep them. As a trophy.” You leant back up and took his chin between your finger and thumb, pressing a kiss against his scar. 

“For what?”

“Winning.”

“Against my glasses?”

You nodded. 

He shook his head, smiling very slightly. “Well… if it means that much to you, I suppose I could give it a go.”

“What?” You tilt your head in feigned confusion. 

“Eating you out… conventionally.”

You mock gasped. “But what if you end up liking it?”

He tried to hang his head, only for you to tighten your grip on his chin, tilting it back up so he had to look at you as he spoke. “If, and I mean if, I like it… we can keep doing it.” 

“Really? For me?”

“For you.” He murmured, prying your fingers away from his chin as he slowly lay back down, pulling you with him. 

“Good boy.” You murmured as you reached out for headboard again, the huff of breath that came from between your thighs telling you that he heard that, before all was right in the world and his tongue was on your cunt again; this time without the prick of a glasses frame digging into your thighs. 

Ahem

Sitting on adler’s face and clenching your thighs around his head so hard you crack his sunglasses down the middle

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[artistcalledbella]

small drawing inspired by Felix from bo6

[case-one]

Case: I prevented a murder today.

Marshall: How’d you do that?

Case: Self control :)

Marshall:

[adlers-glasses]

I am never paying attention to details ever again. Are you serious.

[flyingraijinn]

Adler and Bell testing out the sturdiness of the big table in the rook.

Meanwhile Woods in his cot: