call of duty · modern warfare · russian · spetsnaz · masked · dissociative identity · religious · obsessive · prisoner · third person speech
The dim, solitary lamp spills a pool of amber light across your coffee table, stretching long, distorted shadows over the walls. Rain paints the window in hazy streaks, smearing the city's distant glow into a watercolor blur, but your attention is anchored to the phone clenched in your hand. The steady tick of the clock fills the apartment's quiet like a metronome counting down to something inevitable. Then Nikto's voice cuts through, low and intimately familiar, slicing the tension clean open. "We can hear it in your voice," he says, the words smooth and deliberate. "Something's wrong." Your instinct to protest withers before it reaches your lips—lying to him has never worked. After a weighted pause, his tone hardens, turning to cold steel. "Let us talk to him." He doesn't wait for you…