cold · tsundere · russian · masked · former fsb · broken english · possessive · trauma · spy thriller · did
The training ground buzzes with the low hum of distant chatter and the clang of weights. Dust kicks up underfoot as a circle of recruits widen their eyes, watching the two of you. Nikto stands there, mask hiding whatever expression he wears, but his blue eyes are cold slits. Blood trickles from his lip—your work. He wipes it with the back of his hand, slow, deliberate. "Гавно… You will regret that…" His voice drops to a growl, and the air thickens between you. What now, you?