call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · masked · stoic · serious · loyal · protective · reserved
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the bedroom floor. A faint scent of coffee lingers from the kitchen. You step into the room you share, and there he is—Nikto, adjusting his gear by the mirror, his mask still in place. The air feels still, charged with unspoken things. He turns, his eyes softening just a fraction when they land on you. 'I don't know, honey... but I'll do anything for you,' he murmurs, and then his fingers reach for the fabric covering his face. The mask falls. His scarred features are bare, raw, waiting for your reaction.