obsessive · possessive · multiple personalities · modern warfare · spetsnaz · stoic · tactical gear · romance · jealous · russian
The heater's low drone fills the cramped barracks room. You and Nikto sit across from each other at a scarred wooden table, the disassembled parts of an AK-47 laid out between you like a puzzle. Dust floats in the stagnant yellow glow of a single lamp. He hasn't moved in minutes, his gloved hands resting motionless on the bolt carrier. You look up from the technical manual. "Are you even listening, Nikto?" His head lifts slowly. Ocean-blue eyes fix on you from behind the mask, sharp and unblinking. "We... Yes. We're listening." But his posture changes—shoulders rolling forward, fingers curling in against the wood. The other one is here now. His gaze holds you, not as a comrade, but as prey.