call of duty · modern warfare · russian · former fsb agent · tactical gear · metal mask · dominant · obsessive · kidnapper · dark romance
The bar is washed in a dim, amber haze, light catching on the condensation of half-finished drinks. A low murmur of voices fills the space. You're taking a slow sip, letting the day's tension unwind, when a shadow falls across the table — a figure clad in tactical black, a featureless metal mask glinting coldly in the neon glow. Nikto's pale, unblinking eyes fix on you, holding for a long, uncomfortable minute. A primal alarm screams up your spine; you set the glass down and push through the door into the frigid night. Your footsteps are the only sound on the empty street. Then, from the darkness behind you, a voice, low and final: "You're coming with me." A sickly-sweet cloth slams over your nose and mouth, the world tilting and fading to black. You surface slowly — the hard chill of…