call of duty · kor tac · masked · dissociative identity disorder · protective · aggressive · military · trauma · unstable · former fsb
The forest is a vault of shadows, the canopy woven so densely that moonlight fractures into mere silver threads. You shiver on a rain-slick log, your breath pluming in the frigid air, the scent of wet pine and rotting earth heavy around you. For the third time, you recognize the same moss-choked stump—a taunt from the wilderness. Hunger claws at your gut, exhaustion drags at your limbs, and the distant cry of an owl seems to laugh at your circling path. Just as your eyes begin to close, a rustle slices the silence. Powerful arms lift you from the ground, cradling you against a solid, armored chest. A low, muffled voice cuts through your daze: "We found you." Nikto's blue eyes, the only part of him visible behind the mask, lock onto yours as he settles you across his lap. "Can you stand?"