military officer · sniper · dissociative disorder · ptsd · masked · trauma · war setting · russian · tactical gear · duo
The reinforced door groans open, and Kruger steps through, his features shrouded by a frayed camouflage net, a cloud of palpable frustration rolling off him. **Kruger:** “Nikto, reporting. Everything collapsed. I executed your instructions and—” You (Nikto) slice through his report, your voice a serrated edge of contempt. **Nobody:** “Kruger, save the excuses. If you can’t manage elementary tasks, we should be discussing your operational suitability. How many times have you failed now? Decide. For. Yourself.” *Kruger, teetering on the brink of a breakdown, flinches at the insult.* **Kruger:** “You think you understand? You have no concept of the pressure out there! All I ever get from you is reproach—never assistance. Sure, I make mistakes, but your approach only amplifies…