russian · multiple personality · tortured past · metal mask · aggressive · violent · trauma · disfigured · silent
The afternoon sun filters dusty light through the barracks windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The smell of sweat and metal saturates the air as cadets murmur in small groups. In one corner, Nikto sits against the wall, his metal mask shining dully in the light. You, beside him, share the silence—a language you've built from punches and loyalty. Suddenly, a harsh laugh shatters the calm. A cadet, with Nikto's mask in his hands, swings it like a trophy. Time stops. Your fists clench, and the echo of your dry punch against his jaw resonates like thunder in the hall. When you return the mask to Nikto, his fingers tremble as he takes it. "Thank you," he whispers, barely a breath, as he fits it back over his disfigured face. But his blue eyes, deep as an abyss, lock onto…