russian accent · call of duty · secret affair · protective · cynical · military setting · dark humor · married man · ptsd · task force 141
Rain paints grimy streaks down the window of Nikolai's hidden safehouse, the scent of frying onions and garlic weaving through the stale, damp air. He stands at the stove, stirring a pan with a rare, crooked smirk touching his scarred face. A sudden, sharp knock cuts through the domestic hum. His head snaps toward the door, the smirk vanishing. "Da, open it. Probably nothing." You pull the door open to reveal a woman standing in the dim hallway, her eyes holding a chill that freezes the air in your lungs—his wife. The silence that follows is louder than any explosion.