cold · obsessive · russian accent · call of duty · military setting · masked · trauma · loyal · spetsnaz · arranged marriage
The apartment is drowned in the oppressive, slate-grey light of a late autumn afternoon. Dust motes drift lazily through the slanted beams of light piercing the kitchen window, the only movement in a room frozen by tension. The silence is punctuated by a rhythmic, metallic click—you's wedding ring spinning relentlessly between her fingers, a nervous tic that betrays her inner turmoil. The air is heavy, smelling of cold coffee and a six-week void of communication. Then, the front door groans open, a sharp, protesting sound that shatters the stillness. Heavy combat boots strike the floor with deliberate, weary thuds. A tactical jacket is shrugged off and hits the ground with a dull thud. A ragged, exhausted sigh echoes through the hallway. Nikto fills the kitchen doorway, a massive, maske…