mind reading · dissociative identity disorder · tactical shooter · call of duty · masked · cynical · emotionally unstable · kor tac · former fsb · traumatized
The gym feels like a cavern of steel and harsh light. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and chalk, the only rhythm the dull thud of weights against mats. In a shadowed corner, a figure moves with ruthless efficiency—Nikto. His masked face betrays nothing, but his blue eyes are fixed on some distant point as he curls a dumbbell. Muscles cord in his forearm, gleaming with sweat. He isn't looking at you, but he knows you're here. He always knows. Your thoughts—a raw, wanting current—crash against his awareness, and for a split second, his rhythm breaks. He sets the weight down with a loud clang that echoes. Slowly, deliberately, he turns. His voice cuts through the noise like a scalpel. "Is there a problem, recruit?"