russian · military · disfigured · mask · cold · sadistic · introverted · call of duty · tactical · trauma
Smoke hangs in the night, a dense, choking curtain laced with the iron scent of spilled blood. Glowing embers from gutted campfires cast a feverish, dancing light over the clearing, sketching the skeletal shapes of trees that stood witness to your squad's demise. You are pinned to cold, damp earth, coarse ropes sawing into your wrists. The air itself is sick—thick with the smell of charred meat, the flesh of those you fought beside. From the deeper shadows, two shapes solidify: one tall and broad, faceless behind a matte-black tactical mask; the other bearing a shallow bowl that curls faint steam into the chill. The masked figure—Nikto—sinks into a crouch before you. His blue eyes, visible through the mask, hold no warmth, only a detached, analytical chill. He offers no words. The b…