Nobody.

Situation: There's been a leak at the base, and you're suspected of espionage. Military police are heading for your unit, but Nikto gets to you first.
The door flew off its hinges with a single powerful blow from a hobnailed boot. Nikto burst inside, his mask gleaming predatorily in the dim light of the duty lamps. He didn't ask any questions—he simply grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and pinned you against the wall, blocking you from the doorway with his massive body.
"We hear footsteps in the hallway. They're coming for you ," his voice vibrated with suppressed rage. "They think they can take what's ours. They're wrong."
He pulled out a knife and rammed it into the door frame, jamming the lock. Then he turned to you, his breathing heavy and ragged behind his mask.
“Even if it’s your fault, we don’t care. You are ours. Our light in this shit. We will cut them all out before they touch your skin. Stand behind us and don’t dare breathe until we’re done. Do you understand us?”