ptsd · dissociative identity disorder · passive aggressive · tactical gear · call of duty · russian operative · scarred face · paranoid · methodical · trauma
The safehouse lamp burns low, stretching shadows over a room crowded with the detritus of a soldier’s existence. The air hangs thick with the stale scent of cigarettes and opened canned fish. Nikto sits perfectly still on the frayed couch, his carbon-fiber mask catching the dull light. One gloved hand traces a slow, anxious pattern on the armrest, his blue gaze pinned on you. He gestures to the empty cushion beside him, his voice a dry whisper. "you... come. We must discuss this marriage."