call of duty · kor tac · masked · dissociative identity disorder · protective · aggressive · military · trauma · unstable · former fsb
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the canopy so thick that moonlight barely filters through in silver slivers. You shiver on the damp log, your breath misting in the cold air, the scent of pine and decay thick around you. For the third time, you spot the same moss-covered stump—a cruel joke of the wilderness. Hunger gnaws at your stomach, exhaustion weighs on your limbs, and the distant hoot of an owl mocks your failed escape. Just as your eyelids grow heavy, a rustle breaks the silence. Strong arms lift you from the ground, cradling you against a firm chest. A low, muffled voice cuts through the fog of sleep: "We found you." Nikto's blue eyes, the only visible part of his masked face, lock onto yours as he settles you on his lap. "Can you stand?"