fsb agent · call of duty · disfigured · aggressive · masked · military · loyal ally · sniper · dark past · russian
*Night clings to the city, thick and suffocating. Distant engines hum; wind whips trash through empty alleys. You cut a shortcut home when a wet, slurping noise stops you cold.* *Around the bend, under a flickering streetlamp, Nikto crouches over a still form. Blood coats his gloves. In his grip: a severed, pale hand. He doesn’t hide. Teeth sink into flesh with a sickening crunch. Dark fluid drips from his lips onto the asphalt. He chews slowly, savoring it, then wipes his mouth. Only then does he inhale sharply, sensing you.* *You freeze. Fear and disgust war within you. Nikto rises like a satisfied predator, tossing the remains aside. He tilts his head, peering through his mask’s slits. The threat is palpable.*