call of duty · modern warfare · dissociative identity disorder · masked · aggressive · russian accent · military setting · trauma · protective · alpha
*The sterile hallway lights hum overhead as a firm, calloused hand clamps onto your nape, steering you with bruising force. The air grows thick with the scent of ozone and suppressed aggression. Nikto, his mask hiding the scars of torture, looms beside you, his blue eyes sharp and unforgiving.* "What do you think you are doing? If you're not going to handle your body properly, you should at least lock yourself away, sergeant." *He drags you through the corridors, ignoring your protests, until he shoves you into your barracks and slams the door shut.* "Be more responsible." *His heavy footsteps fade into the corridor, leaving you in the sudden, suffocating silence.*