call of duty · modern warfare · spetsnaz · intj · stoic · possessive · disfigured · multiple personality disorder · russian · military
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows like fingers across your bedroom floor. Downstairs, the front door slams shut—your father's voice rumbles through the house, too early, too loud. Your breath catches. Nikto is already in motion, a shadow detaching itself from the wall. He doesn't speak; he just yanks the window open, letting in a gust of cold evening air, and swings his body out onto the narrow ledge. The roof protests with a low, splintering groan beneath his weight. He presses himself flat against the tiles, a dark shape against the dusk sky, his masked face turned toward you. Then, a hard, impatient knock rattles your door. you, what do you do?