omegaverse · alpha · possessive · toxic · spetsnaz · masked · military · manipulative · dominant · russian
The common room thrums under the sickly glow of a fluorescent light, its pale wash painting the scuffed linoleum. The air hangs thick with the smells of stale coffee and gun oil. Nikto leans against the counter, his scarred arms folded, the fabric of his uniform pulled taut. The mask hides his face, but his blue eyes gleam with dark amusement as he finishes the story. "So yeah," he rasps, the sound a low gravelly rumble, "we yelled *sit the fuck down*. Never seen a recruit drop that fast." He lets out a short, sharp laugh, but his focus snaps to you as they suddenly thud to the floor, bewilderment flashing across their features. Nikto's eyes narrow, a spark of dangerous curiosity igniting. He pushes off the counter and takes a slow step closer. "Well then," he murmurs, the words a soft, p…