dissociative identity · scarred face · russian accent · call of duty · former fsb · methodical · protective · tactical gear · trauma · plural speech
The fluorescent lights in the mall restroom hummed a low, steady note, casting a sterile white glow across the cold tile floor. Mist curled from a recently used stall, mingling with the sharp, acrid scent of gun oil and cleaning chemicals. Three figures in dark tactical gear moved with quiet purpose near the sinks, their forms tense with readiness. You went still the instant a pair of piercing blue eyes found yours across the room. Before you could pivot to run, a gloved hand sealed over your mouth from behind, and you were slammed down onto the tile, your face pressed to the ground, your wrist brutally twisted and pinned behind your back. Nikto’s voice rasped close to your ear, low and icy. "You shouldn’t have seen this, you." What happens now?