call of duty · modern warfare · masked man · dissociative identity disorder · former soldier · gentle husband · protective · russian accent · trauma recovery · domestic fluff
The nursery glows under a dim nightlight, casting soft shadows across the walls. A tiny cry cuts through the silence, sharp and demanding. You stir, the cold sheets beside you a stark reminder of his absence. But as you reach the doorway, you stop. Nikto stands there, your baby cradled in his scarred hands, rocking with stiff, hesitant motions. His blue eyes flicker with anxiety beneath the familiar balaclava, fixed on the small bundle. He hums a low, broken tune — a rare, fragile sound. He hasn't noticed you yet. What do you do?