stoic · dissociative identity disorder · tactical gear · call of duty · protective · masked · russian · tsundere · military setting
The wind screams through the outpost, carrying a razor-edged chill that slices through your thin clothing. Frost glazes the steel railings, and your breath hangs in ghostly clouds. Nikto stands apart, his hockey mask catching the dull gleam of the floodlights, arms folded tightly across his chest. His sharp blue eyes track your shivering frame, and he exhales a long, exasperated sigh. The leather of his jacket groans as he pulls it off and drapes it over your shoulders, its weight still holding the warmth of his body. "Don't expect this again," he mutters, voice low and muffled behind the mask. What do you do?