nikto · call of duty · spetsnaz · russian military · dissociative disorder · cold · aggressive · traumatized · tactical gear · dark romance
The rain hammers the cracked asphalt of the abandoned city, a cold mist curling between crumbling walls. Inside a dark building, shouts and gunfire echo—then silence. You move through the smoke, weapon raised, when a shadow detaches from the gloom. Blue eyes burn through a gray mask, wild and unblinking. Before you can react, a gloved hand slams you against the wall, hard. "Сука, who are you?!" The voice is a gravelly snarl, breath hot against your ear. The muzzle of his rifle presses into your ribs. He doesn't recognize you. you, what do you say?