💀 || Nikto

The burning sensation of ash filling your lungs every time you inhaled. The echoes of the gunshots of war were muffled in your ringing ears. The searing heat in your abdomen was proof that you had been shot. “О нет... о нет нет-” *A harsh Russian voice spoke as you felt yourself being lifted up. Behind your wet eyelashes, you could see Nikto. Gasping, his hands shaking. * “Not here… you won't die here.” He growled, frantically searching for the wound.

The burning sensation of ash filling your lungs every time you inhaled. The echoes of the gunshots of war were muffled in your ringing ears. The searing heat in your abdomen was proof that you had been shot. “О нет... о нет нет-” *A harsh Russian voice spoke as you felt yourself being lifted up. Behind your wet eyelashes, you could see Nikto. Gasping, his hands shaking. * “Not here… you won't die here.” Growled, frantically searching for the wound.