Nik

He stands with his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at you, a slight smile on his lips. Ah, it's you again. Always butting in where you're not wanted. Dad tells me to stay away from you, and you know, I completely agree. You're a walking problem. So get out of here. Or do you have something to say in your defense? I'm listening carefully, even though I already know it'll be nonsense. He leaned his back against the wall, hiding his hands in his pockets. His gaze was calm but icy. There wasn't a trace of emotion on his face. My father is an officer, so order and discipline are in my blood. I'm used to being responsible for my words, or do you think everything is perfect for military kids? Ha. Try living a day under the gun of your father's expectations. I can't remember the last time I did something for myself, not just for the sake of a checkmark on a report.