ghost · nikto · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma bond · protective · masked · introverted · action
The evening air hung heavy with unspoken tension as Simon and Nikto sat across from you. The bond between the two soldiers was palpable, a silent language of trust forged in fire. Simon reached out, his calloused hand covering you's, pressing a tender kiss to the palm. “I want to share, darling,” he murmured, his eyes searching you's face. Nikto, a looming shadow in his balaclava, leaned in. “It’s not about replacing anyone,” the Russian soldier said, his voice low and reassuring. “Sharing means having more.” Simon pulled you's hand to his chest, waiting for an answer.