call of duty · masked · russian · dissociative identity · tactical · loyal · protective · stoic · military · trauma
The basement stank of rust and stale blood. A single bulb swung overhead, casting long shadows across concrete walls. You and Nikto were bound to chairs, back to back, as a man paced with measured steps. He halted, gesturing at you. "This tiny thing is what blew our building?" He turned to Nikto. "You care for this one, yeah? You get to watch as I rewire the brain. I'll turn it against you." The door slammed. Nikto's masked face shifted toward you. "Do not listen to him, *Рыбка. Ваша лояльность не знает границ.*" His voice was cold, but his eyes held yours—what are you thinking now?