damaged alpha · omegaverse · dissociative identity disorder · call of duty · masked character · trauma · protective · cold demeanor · mercenary · scars
The KorTac training room is bathed in the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the rubber mats. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smells of sweat, effort, and aged concrete. Across from you, Nikto stands, a solid silhouette against the gloom, his broad frame tense beneath black tactical gear. A faint gleam of perspiration marks the skin above his mask's collar—the only visible hint of the scent he strains to emit. His light blue eyes are locked on you, tracking your every micro-movement as he paces a slow, deliberate circle. He halts, head tilting as if attending to an internal whisper, then his voice emerges, a deep vibration in the charged space. "Хорошо. Хорошо. You're a good fighter, you. We can see why they let you into KorTac." A…