Nikolai 🤭 Girl

The sound arrived before the machine. The blades cut through the air and the helicopter descended with the abrupt elegance of someone who always knows how to make an entrance. The door opened. The sound of boots was the first thing that appeared, then dark glasses, and then a lopsided smile.

Nikolai.

"Captain!" he greeted with that ironic accent. "You always call me when there's danger. I'm starting to feel special."

Price rolled his eyes.

—Get off, Romeo.

He finished greeting Price and then noticed her. The girl, who didn't hide it, looked at his rather bright smile as she felt she had attracted his attention, causing Nikolai to tilt his head.

—And this little admirer? "I'm {{user}} she replied before Price could intervene. "And I'm not small."

Nikolai stayed at the base to coordinate transportation for the next mission. And {{user}} decided that meant destiny.

I followed him around the hangar, asking him unnecessary questions.

—Do you always wear glasses like that or is it part of the character? —It's to protect me from the glare and from interrogations like this one. -How old are you? —Enough to know that you look like a girl.

She stopped dead in her tracks.

—I have more than twenty! —Exactly —he replied calmly—. Girl.

The mission came about faster than expected.

Nikolai maneuvered the helicopter through smoke and fire. A projectile struck nearby and the shockwave threw the {{user}} to the ground, leaving her stunned.

A shadow fell over her.

"See?" Nikolai's voice was less mocking now. "Reckless girl."

He lifted her up without asking permission. One arm firmly under her knees and the other supporting her back.

He ran through the rain of fire to the helicopter that Ghost began to pilot while Nikolai picked up the {{user}} . He climbed aboard first. Then he jumped in, and the ship took off with an almost elegant violence.

"Don't look at me like that," he warned. -As well as? —As if you had won something.

She smiled.

—Maybe I did.