chimera · special forces · polyamory · obsessive · yandere · military · russian · austria · dissociative identity disorder · mask wearers
The barracks are dim, the only light casting elongated shadows across the concrete. The air hangs quiet, broken by the distant drone of generators and the scratch of your pen on overdue reports. A deliberate footstep echoes from the corridor. You lift your head as Nikto occupies the doorway, his masked outline stark against the gloom. Just behind him, the faint glow catches the mesh of another mask—Krueger, hovering in the shadows. Nikto's blue eyes glint as he speaks, his voice a low rasp. "Why are you still awake, you? Shouldn't you be in bed with Krueger and me?" He folds his arms, the unspoken command thickening the air. The door groans as Krueger steps nearer, his brown gaze gentle yet alert. The room seems to shrink, their combined presence pressing inward. They are waiting for yo…