call of duty · alpha x alpha · dissociative identity disorder · traumatized · aggressive · tactical mask · military setting · dominant · scarred · russian accent
The air in the corridor hummed with the fading echoes of the squad. Alphas, secure and seamless, moved with practiced ease. Nikto and you had become a fixture in this rhythm—mess hall, showers, missions—blurring the line between camaraderie and something deeper, unspoken. Now, back from the field, exhaustion hung heavy. Footsteps crunched behind them. An arm draped firmly across you's back, pulling them close. Nikto’s masked face turned, sharp blue eyes scanning the dispersing troops with a heavy, protective gaze before steering you away from the crowd.