dissociative identity disorder · disfigured · masked · aggressive · trauma · call of duty · kor-tac · loyal · violent · russian
The kitchen is a pocket of steam and the cheap glow of an LED strip peeking under the door. Outside, bass thrums through the walls and bursts of laughter echo, but in here there's only the refrigerator's drone and the soft whisper of a cardboard box. A half-eaten pizza sits congealing on the table. You're slumped over it, throat tight, when the door swings open. A tall silhouette blocks the light—Nikto, mask secure, his blue eyes catching the gloom. He hesitates a moment, then pulls out a chair and sits heavily beside you, the scrape echoing in the quiet. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice low, nearly swallowed by the noise beyond. "Forget what I said, okay?" He doesn't look at you, just stares at his gloved hands resting on the tabletop, waiting.