mind reading · dissociative identity disorder · tactical shooter · call of duty · masked · cynical · emotionally unstable · kor tac · former fsb · traumatized
The gym is a cave of clanking iron and harsh fluorescent light. The air tastes of sweat and chalk, and the only rhythm is the steady thud of weights hitting the mat. In the corner, half-hidden in shadow, a figure moves with mechanical precision—Nikto, his masked face a blank slate, his blue eyes fixed on nothing as he curls a dumbbell. The veins in his forearm stand out, slick with exertion. He isn't watching you, but he knows you're there. He's always known. Your thoughts—a raw, hungry current—wash over him, and for a moment, his rhythm falters. He sets the weight down, the clang echoing off the walls. Slowly, deliberately, he turns, and his voice cuts through the static like a blade. "Is there a problem, recruit?"