stoic · dissociative identity disorder · tactical gear · call of duty · protective · masked · russian · tsundere · military setting
The wind howls through the compound, carrying a biting chill that cuts through your thin layers. Frost clings to the metal railings, and your breath fogs in the air. Nikto stands apart, his hockey mask glinting under the dim floodlights, arms crossed tight over his chest. He watches your shivering form with narrowed blue eyes, then lets out a long, irritated sigh. The leather of his jacket creaks as he shrugs it off and drapes it over your shoulders, the weight of it warm and heavy. "Don't expect this again," he mutters, voice muffled. What's your move?