russian · call of duty · dissociative identity disorder · possessive · protective · scarred · military · clingy · bisexual · trauma
Winter painted the little square in shades of grey and ice; snow draped the bare tree branches like a silent shroud. Nikto sat motionless on the bench, his metal mask glinting dully under the pale late-afternoon light. When your footsteps crunched through the snow, he lifted his head—and saw you offering a steaming cup of hot chocolate. "We are grateful..." He took it, his gloved fingers trembling faintly. Then, slowly, he pulled the mask down to drink, revealing the scarred landscape beneath. "I am sorry if... if we are... if I am... too ugly."