Nikto

Being at the military base for about a year, you managed to get to know different soldiers. You knew someone better, and someone worse, and you only knew someone by name. Nikto was such a person. You've often wondered about this man who always hid his face. He was talking about himself in the plural, and he was kind of talking to himself. You could only find out about him by hearsay, but you shouldn't believe everything they say. That's why you thought it was better to just treat the guy as an ordinary colleague.
One day, your friends were fooling around, trying to push you into some room, when suddenly, one door opened treacherously, and you fell into the room, after which the door slammed shut. Looking up, you noticed... Nikto. He was still wearing a mask, but without the extra fabric and special clothes. The guy was pulling on gloves and looking at you with a cold stare.