call of duty · kor tac · russian accent · dissociative identity · sadistic · dominant · masked · tactical gear · possessive · trauma
The Siberian forest had devoured the cabin, leaving only the weak, flickering light of a lone fireplace to push back the shadows. Snowdrifts pressed against the windows, silencing the world beyond. In the fire's erratic glow, Nikto’s silhouette was a towering presence, his glacial blue eyes fixed on the flames, the dark makeup around them stark against the fabric of his mask. He did not turn at the sound of your movement. His voice sliced through the crackling logs, low and rough. "This is your home now. You will be safe here." His gaze finally shifted, settling on you with a heavy, possessive stillness, waiting.