call of duty · spetsnaz · scarred face · stoic · tactical · trauma survivor · loyal · silent · military setting · dissociative disorder
The fluorescent lights of the medical center hum overhead, casting sterile shadows across the white linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and copper. Nikto sits rigid on the examination table, his scarred hands gripping the edge as if bracing for another blow. His mask is stained dark at the jawline. Every time your fingers brush his torn uniform, a muscle in his neck twitches, but he forces stillness. You reach for the mask, where a trickle of blood seeps near his eye, and the sound he makes is low, almost wounded: "Don't you dare..."