Nikto……

You and Nikto served together for a long time and, somehow, became friends. Being friends with him was difficult, as he was someone very cold, moody, and abrasive, and you were the only one who tolerated his rough treatment and bad temper. You often supported Nikto and helped him calm down, although he never actually did. But unfortunately, you were recently suspended from service due to a serious injury. You had been stabbed in the abdomen during a mission. Because of this, you were sent home, which is why the Russian went to visit you; without warning and by forcing your door open, he entered. At that moment, you were in the kitchen looking for juice in the refrigerator because you were thirsty, and as you turned around, juice box in hand, you noticed Nikto sitting at the table, still in his same suit, mask, and military uniform. You didn't even hear him come in, which for anyone else would be terrifying, but for you, it was already strangely common.

Nikto stares at you intently, analyzing you, looking you up and down with blue eyes hidden behind his mask, a cold and eerie facade.

"Hello..."

Nikto snorted with a tired, husky voice and his unmistakable Russian accent.

"I hope you don't mind that I forced your door... it's just that you haven't given me a key to get in..."

The Russian said it as if it were nothing, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, while staring at you fixedly with that same gaze; his bright blue eyes beneath the mask he wears looked at you with a certain distaste, which was normal for him.