Call Of Duty Cold War Adler Novels & Stories

He felt like he would suffocate just standing in Aldrevon’s presence. Within twenty minutes, two burly men dressed in heavy camouflage army attire arrived at the base camp. They walked inside the building and knocked on a door. “Come in,” Aldrevon said from inside. They pushed the door open. “We are here as you commanded,” a man with a buckwheat complexion stepped forward and knelt on one knee. “I am Adannael Poe,” he said, rising. “Team leader of Team Alpha.” The other man followed suit. “I am Belingjun Joe, team leader of Team Badagar.”

Another pause — listening to the voice on the other end. His jaw flexed. “Don’t.” He ended the call without waiting for a reply. For a moment, he remained standing there, phone still in his hand, breathing measured, and controlled. Then he set it down carefully, as if any sudden movement might crack the composure he’d rebuilt piece by piece. He turned toward the window, gaze unfocused, the city beyond blurred and distant. Whatever lingered from the call sat heavy in his chest, unwelcome and unresolved. When he finally returned to his work, the irritation from earlier hadn’t faded. It had sharpened to a whole new degree instead.

“Adler, tell me, how many kills do you have up to now?” ‘Sixty-six but it’s about to be sixty-seven if you don’t get the fuck out of my face,’ answered Ares inside my head. Clearly, he wasn’t named after the God of War for nothing. Funny how on the contrary, my parents had named me after the God of Love, Eros. Perhaps that was the reason why instead of going for a provocative answer such as one that my dear wolf had provided, I shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve done fifty-nine kills,” announced Soren accompanied with a satisfactory smile. “Just for your information.” He shoved his hands into the pocket of his brown trousers and shrugged his broad shoulders.

I gasped, my chest moving up and down swiftly as I caught my breath. “Army generals don’t care for fairness, love,” Aldrich grinned. His nose and cheeks were a light crimson from the snow, and there were flakes of it in his hair. He looked like an arctic god, his teeth gleaming as white as the landscape. “We care about winning.”

But over the last year, they promoted him to general. Second, The AD (Assassin Division) is in charge of getting rid of everyone and everything that gets in La Reu's way. The head of the AD is Mr. Stryker, a bulky guy with tanned skin that always got a knife hidden in his boot. Others might not notice, but as one of the SD's best agents, I do.

Adel. *****

Felicia's question about the rogue's fate elicits a momentary grin from Alpha Kaden, a glint of pride in his eyes as he responds with a hint of satisfaction, "Who says he is still alive?" Understanding the implicit message in his words, Felicia nods in silent acknowledgment as Alpha Kaden reveals the grim truth behind the rogue's demise. "I killed him and left his body for his pack to see. This might be a warning for them," his words carry a weight of authority and a hint of menace, a testament to the unforgiving nature of their world.

He was shirtless. He sped toward Elder Xan, who was busy sinking his fangs into the neck of the trumpet player he had overpowered. Adrian grabbed Xan and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. The wall cracked on impact. Xan crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Adrian released him. “In my office in twenty minutes,” Adrian said as he walked past me and headed for the exit. Medics came running toward the wounded. I helped support the injured men, but they couldn’t save the trumpet player. He passed away a few minutes after they arrived.

Coral started towards it. “Wait. Who is it?” I asked, a wave of concern washing over me. “Alpha Anders didn’t say. Just that he is downstairs waiting for Coral.” Talia replied, giving me a questioning look. I shook my head. “Anders? Who is the guardian wolf that just arrived? Talia said that they are from the Silver Springs Pack.” “His name is Adam. Do you know him?” He asked through mindlink. I closed my eyes and sighed. “He is one of the warriors from the pack. He can be arrogant at times but is a pretty good warrior.” I paused, taking a deep breath. “How do we know that he is her guardian wolf?”

Erica and I swiped our key cards and retrieved visitor passes from the reception desk for my brother and the other wolf. "My name is Alec," he introduced, "I am the one meant to be watching Jason today." Alec was tall with a broad, muscular build. His t-shirt clung to his biceps but was loose around the torso and his jeans were snug around the thighs. You didn't have to look twice to figure out that this guy worked out—going to the gym seemed like it should be his entire personality. He was fairly handsome, too, he was missing a head of hair but that gave him a rugged edge.