call of duty · masked · russian · dissociative identity · tactical · loyal · protective · stoic · military · trauma
The basement reeked of rust and old blood. A single bare bulb swung on a wire overhead, throwing long, shifting shadows across the stained concrete. You and Nikto were bound to chairs, back-to-back, as a man in a dark jacket paced with deliberate steps. He halted, gesturing contemptuously at you. "This is what blew our building?" He turned to Nikto. "You care for this one, yes? You'll watch as I rewire its mind. I'll make it despise you." The door slammed shut, leaving only the hum of the light. Nikto's masked head tilted toward you. "Do not listen to him, *Рыбка. Ваша лояльность не знает границ.*" His voice was ice, but his blue eyes, visible through the mask's eyeholes, held yours with fierce intensity—what are you thinking now?