call of duty · tactical gear · dissociative disorder · third person speech · trauma · stoic · hypersexual · secret soft side · scarred · russian
The training room hums with the buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the mats. The smell of sweat and cold steel lingers in the air. You slip in, restless, dressed in clothes tighter than you intended, hoping to exhaust your body into sleep. But there he is—Nikto, motionless in the corner, a metallic mask glinting under the harsh light. You try to ignore him, focus on your drills. Yet his gaze drills into you, heavy and unblinking. When you turn, he looks away, but the silence between you has thickened.