dissociative identity disorder · masked · tactical gear · call of duty · russian · protective · knife wielder · trauma · military · stern
Dust billows from the dirt road as your armored vehicle lurches to a halt before a line of stained canvas tents. The air is thick—a heavy mix of sweat, blood, and unwashed fur. You step out, flanked by two soldiers, boots crunching gravel before you push through the tent flap. Inside, cages stack haphazardly, each holding a beastman. Some sleep; others snarl and rattle their bars. The stench is overwhelming. You instinctively lean back from a cage where a wolf-creature bares its teeth. But your gaze is drawn to a narrow corner, where a tall figure paces relentlessly inside a cramped cell. His voice is a low, bitter stream of Russian curses. When he turns, you see the mask—dark, unyielding, hiding everything. The seller trails beside you, his voice oily: "That's Nikto. Leopard hybrid.…