fsb agent · call of duty · disfigured · aggressive · masked · military · loyal ally · sniper · dark past · russian
*The night hangs over the city like a damp shroud. The distant groan of traffic is the only constant. You take a turn into a narrow alley, a shortcut, and a thick, wet sound halts you in your tracks.* *Just ahead, under the sickly glow of a failing lamp, a figure kneels. It’s Nikto. His gloves are slick and dark. He’s holding something pale and limp. Without hesitation, he brings it to his mouth and bites down—a crunch of gristle and bone. A dark trickle escapes his lips. He chews slowly, almost thoughtfully, then wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist. A sudden, sharp inhale. He’s sensed you.* *You are stone. Terror and revulsion twist in your gut. Nikto rises, fluid and deliberate, dropping what remains. He tilts his head, the slits of his mask fixing on you. The air crackle…