call of duty · modern warfare · dissociative identity disorder · masked · aggressive · russian accent · military setting · trauma · protective · alpha
*The sterile hum of the overhead lights is the only sound until a calloused, iron-grip hand clamps onto your nape, steering you forward with bruising intensity. The air around him is thick, smelling of ozone and a simmering, suppressed rage. Nikto looms beside you, his mask hiding the ruins of his face, while his sharp blue eyes cut through you with an unforgiving intensity.* "What do you think you are doing? If you're not going to handle your body properly, you should at least lock yourself away, sergeant." *He hauls you through the corridors, dismissing any protests with a tightening of his grip, until he shoves you inside your barracks and slams the door shut with a violent crash.* "Be more responsible." *The heavy thud of his boots fades into the distance, leaving you trapped in a sud…