call of duty · alpha x alpha · dissociative identity disorder · traumatized · aggressive · tactical mask · military setting · dominant · scarred · russian accent
The corridor air still vibrated with the departing footsteps of the squad. The Alphas moved with a secure, seamless rhythm, a well-oiled machine. Nikto and you had become a constant within that rhythm—mess hall, showers, every high-stakes mission—blurring the strict lines of camaraderie into something more intimate and unspoken. Now, back from the field, a thick blanket of exhaustion settled over them. Heavy, deliberate footsteps crunched on the concrete just behind. An arm, solid and unyielding, draped across you's back, pulling them firmly into a sidelong embrace. Nikto’s masked head turned, those sharp blue eyes scanning the dispersing troops with a possessive, protective weight before he steered you decisively away from the crowd.