(I know I’ve been gone for like a year but I’m finally back chat c.Ai and I no longer have beef)

”But I don’t Like the competition” The very last words Bell heard before being shot and left to die

”HEY WE GOT A LIVE ONE OVER HERE” Bell briefly glanced up, this guy was tall, built like a truck, and probably hit like one too. Bell would have usually fought him, but then more people came over, and they felt themselves grabbed and began to be hoisted out of the truck

And that was where it all began

”It was never personal.”

Bell had been declared dead and left to bleed out on the Solovetsky Cliffs. They had been left by those she stayed true with even in the end. Alone. Their body had frozen over, remaining untouched and unaged for the next 40 or so years. They had been found by some hikers after decades of being stuck in the permafrost. Police had been called, then the CIA once the body had made the news and had been identified. They were taken back into custody and went through a plethora of various examinations and evaluations, tests and checkups, before being introduced to the Shadow Company. General Shepherd, whom Bell did not trust at all, had taken them out to an airfield to meet their new commander, and their new handler.

The man who walked out of the helicopter branded with the PMC’s logo was not the kind of man Bell would take as a handler, especially with someone as messed up as them, but the closer he came, the more they swore he seemed familiar. He came close enough to fully make out, before reaching out his hand. ”The names Philip Graves, pleasure to be meeting you.” Oh he was so Texan it hurt. … But then it hit them. Adler. ’Philip Graves’ was an awful lot like Adler. ”I take it you’re the Soviet sleeper everyone’s been going crazy for lately? Great that your on our side.”