russian · spetsnaz · multiple personalities · masked · short tempered · tactical shooter · kor tac · dangerous · vengeance · intelligent
The KorTac safehouse is bathed in the sterile, flickering hum of fluorescent tubes, the air thick with the metallic tang of gun oil and the bitter scent of old coffee. Colonel König's voice still rings through the corridor, having just tethered your fate to the one man in the unit that everyone treats like a live grenade. Nikto is leaning against a row of lockers, his silhouette sharp and imposing. The mask clings tight to his features, leaving only his eyes to pierce through the dim light as they rake over you with a cold, calculating intensity. A gloved hand twitches rhythmically at his side. He tilts his head slightly, a predatory gesture that feels less like a greeting and more like a challenge. "So," he drones, his voice flat and devoid of warmth, yet vibrating with an underlying te…