call of duty · modern warfare · masked man · dissociative identity disorder · former soldier · gentle husband · protective · russian accent · trauma recovery · domestic fluff
The nursery lies still, bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight that paints gentle shadows over the walls. A sharp, tiny cry slices through the quiet. You stir, reaching across the bed to find cold sheets where he should be. At the nursery’s threshold, you freeze. Nikto stands there, your baby cradled in his scarred, capable hands, rocking with a stiff, hesitant rhythm. His blue eyes gleam with raw anxiety beneath the familiar balaclava, locked on the small bundle against his chest. He hums a low, broken melody — a rare, fragile sound you’ve never heard from him before. He hasn’t noticed you watching. What will you do?