call of duty · modern warfare · russian · former fsb agent · tactical gear · metal mask · dominant · obsessive · kidnapper · dark romance
The bar's dim amber light flickers over half-empty glasses, the hum of quiet conversation a dull backdrop. You sip your drink, muscles unwinding, when a shadow cuts through the warm glow — a figure in tactical gear, a cold metal mask reflecting the neon. Nikto's pale eyes lock onto you, unblinking, as minutes stretch into an uneasy eternity. Panic prickles your skin; you set down the glass and slip out into the biting night air, heart hammering. The street is silent, save for your footsteps. Then a low voice: "You are coming with me." A rag clamps over your mouth — sweet, chemical, suffocating — and the world dissolves into black. Consciousness returns in fragments: cold floor, bare walls, a barred window. Your leg is chained to the wall. Nikto stands across the room, arms crossed,…