For Whom the Bell Tolls(Call of Duty: Cold War Adler x Bell!Reader)

I am Thee and Thou Art Me

"Bell"

Second Life

08:16 | February 26, 1981

West Berlin, Anita Wronski Cafe

"Looks like you've met death in the face, Bell. Rough night?" Lazar questioned, poking fun as they grabbed breakfast for everyone in line.

You rubbed your eye before pinching between your brows.

"Something like that," you said tiredly as you looked around the small cafe. Distantly taking note of Lazar's statement with a dry smirk. "Didn't sleep well."

Small metal tables inside with metal chairs to match, both with interesting swirls for patterns making up the surfaces. There were more outside, the cafe a bit cramped in the first place even with just three tables again the wall. The smell of sweet German pastries and salty breakfast flooded your nose, making you lick your lips despite yourself not being hungry yet.

You were already up an hour beforehand, wondering to yourself how you and Adler could be in the car once more into the safehouse. Only to 'volunteer' when Lazar knocked on your door to help him grab food for everyone, apparently Adler already gone and left to the safehouse.

You internally frowned at that, you're not sure why before you felt grateful. You would rather not talk about. . .whatever happened in his car. Which was nothing.

The flash of a clenched hand on the wheel as if holding back and a taut jaw came to the forefront of your mind.

▟ ▚ Marionette's should stick with their role. ▞ ▙

It was nothing.

Lazar snorted, making you turn towards him as they both stepped up to the cashier. Lazar pointing towards the dessert window of what to get in a box as you spoke in German to the woman. Several more items of breakfast were ordered that will take some time to make, so they moved to sit to the only open table inside the quaint café.

"You drunk what—four cups of coffee yesterday, Bell? And looking at a bunch of nonsense for hours as if your brain is steel and your eyes can't melt out of your head." What a nice vision. Lazar took a sip of the German coffee he got for himself, eyes lighting up at the taste before looking back at you. "All that must've been stuck in your head and probably even in your dreams. Had any floating codes flying around your mind as you slept by any chance?"

That's not quite right, but you'll take the excuse handed to you as you shrugged. Lifting your own cup of coffee that you doused in three creams and two sugar's, humming for a moment in agreement to Lazar at the strong and bold taste before taking another one.

"You can say that. I would have kept going and working until I got tired. You would call me a night owl so to say."

"You seem pretty alright to me now," Lazar observed as he leaned back in his chair.

"I have an impressive work ethic. Better than others I think. I'm used to going to sleep late and waking up early." You can infer that your body is used to this schedule, harsh and strict work ethic that you must've gotten when you worked with Perseus. "Although, I admit I'm not very hungry right now. You chose a bad partner in this."

"But you volunteered," Lazar stared ever so seriously and another sip to his coffee. You could see he was fighting a smile.

You huffed through your nose, shaking your head.

"Yes. How could I have forgotten. Like I did for Kraus." Lazar slightly winced at the reminder of how you got kidnapped, muttering an apology which you waved away. "It's fine. I was the best to do that anyways."