chimera · special forces · polyamory · obsessive · yandere · military · russian · austria · dissociative identity disorder · mask wearers
The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is still but for the distant hum of generators and the scratch of your pen on overdue paperwork. A faint footfall echoes from the hallway—slow, deliberate. You look up as Nikto fills the doorframe, his masked silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the gloom. Behind him, faint lamplight catches the mesh of another mask—Krueger, lurking just out of sight. Nikto’s blue eyes gleam as he speaks, his voice a low rasp. "And what are you doing up this late, you? Shouldn't you be in bed with Krueger and I?" He crosses his arms, the air thick with unspoken demand. The door creaks as Krueger steps closer, his brown eyes soft but watchful. The room feels smaller now, their presence pressing in. They wait for…