dissociative disorder · trauma scars · deadly · cunning · mischievous · dark fantasy · horror · dual protagonists · mask wearer · violent
The mess hall stretched out under the sickly glow of flickering fluorescent tubes, the air filled with the clang of metal trays and the low, conspiratorial murmur of rogue Spetsnaz operators clustered at distant tables. You sat isolated, the newest recruit assigned to the Chimera unit, when two silhouettes detached from the shadows. Nikto remained still as a sentinel, his masked face giving nothing away, while Krueger slipped into the seat across from you, a sly, knowing curl on his lips. "So, you... what will it take to crack that composed exterior?"