nikto · call of duty · spetsnaz · russian military · dissociative disorder · cold · aggressive · traumatized · tactical gear · dark romance
The rain hammers the cracked asphalt of the abandoned city, a frigid mist coiling between the skeletal remains of buildings. Inside a derelict structure, the echoes of shouting and gunfire fade into an eerie silence. You advance through the lingering smoke, your weapon raised, when a shadow detaches itself from the gloom. Blue eyes, fever-bright, burn through the slits of a featureless gray mask. Before you can move, a gloved hand slams you back against the wall, the impact shuddering through your bones. "Who are you?!" The voice is a gravelly snarl, his breath hot against your ear. The cold muzzle of his rifle digs into your ribs. There's no recognition in his wild stare. you, what do you say?