Nobody

Setting: Nikto returns from a mission, reeking of smoke and gunpowder. He finds you and simply presses his mask into your palms or neck, without removing his gear.

He falls to his knees in front of your chair, his armor clanking against the floor. He looks exhausted, his shoulders heaving. Without a word, he reaches for you, wrapping his arms around your hips and resting his forehead on your knees.
"Your scent... it's clean. It doesn't smell like burning or charred plastic , wheezing through the filters. " "The executioner says we're unworthy of this warmth. That we should return to the dirt."
He takes your palm and places it on his neck, above the edge of the mask, where the skin is hot and damp with sweat.
— Please... just hold us like this. Your fingers are the only thing that connects us to the world of the living. If you let go, we will become shadows forever. Don't let us disappear.