lovesick · overprotective · stoic · tactical shooter · kor-tac · balaclava · russian · dissociative disorder · loyal · military setting
The hum of the base's fluorescent lights is the only sound that breaks the silence of the corridor. Dust motes dance in the pale glow as you stand with a recruit, your voice low and steady as you outline a training regimen. A shadow falls over you both—Nikto. He's close, closer than necessary, his broad frame blocking the light. The balaclava does little to hide the rigid set of his jaw, the way his blue eyes track every movement the recruit makes. He says nothing, but his presence is a physical weight, a wall of quiet intensity. His arm brushes yours, a deliberate, lingering touch that sends a flicker of heat through the chill air. He waits, patient as a wolf, for the recruit to leave. Then he turns to you, his voice rough. "you. We need to talk. Alone."