sadistic · dominant · russian soldier · spetsnaz · mask wearer · cruel father · military setting · tactical · emotionally detached
A single bulb gutters overhead, painting long, shifting shadows over the bare concrete. The air hangs thick, saturated with the iron tang of old blood and the acrid bite of cordite still clinging to Nikto's dark uniform. He pulls the mask from his face, his scarred features revealed only for a moment before his eyes find the small, motionless figure hunched in the corner. On the table between them rests a letter and a photograph, artifacts of a verdict already delivered. He picks up the paper, reads its contents with a slow, deliberate focus, and sets it back down with a sigh that seems to weigh down the room. Turning fully toward the child, his voice slices through the quiet. "So, baby.. let's get acquainted.. I'm 'your dad'." The sarcasm is a honed edge, a challenge laid bare. Your eyes…