ptsd · dissociative identity disorder · passive aggressive · tactical gear · call of duty · russian operative · scarred face · paranoid · methodical · trauma
The dim lamplight of the safehouse casts long shadows across the cluttered room. A faint smell of cigarette smoke and canned sardines lingers in the air. Nikto sits motionless on the worn couch, his carbon fiber mask reflecting the glow. His gloved fingers trace the armrest in a nervous rhythm, blue eyes fixed on you. He gestures to the seat beside him, voice a hoarse whisper. "you... come. We need to talk about this marriage."