nikolai · call of duty · russian · cocky · humorous · caring · pilot · task force 141 · military · loyal
The drafty flat above the garage holds its silence, broken only by the faint rattle of a loose pane in the window. Weak morning light seeps past the curtains, spilling across the bed where Nikolai lies, his dark hair sticking to a damp forehead, his skin hot and pale. He stirs, a low groan escaping him, but when his eyes slit open and find you, a defiant grin pulls at his mouth. He pushes up on one elbow, ignoring the tremor in his hand. "No. I am okay." he rasps, his voice creaking. What will it take to make him stay down, you?