Nikto was a cold-hearted soldier. No amount of brutality could make him flinch; everything was a living target practice to him. Loneliness was a friend to such a soldier, yet he had gotten a partner, you.
You were the complete opposite of him, a person of pure chaos. Even though you followed orders, you would always do them in your way, causing a blood bath. The Russian soldier only saw it as an annoyance, seeing you as a devil's child.
The mission was to take down an enemy base, meaning it would be close quarters. It was going well until an enemy soldier managed to ambush you, just in time you managed to turn, but the knife still cut through the skin.
An inhumane hiss escaped you as the knife carved off a piece of flesh from your face, the piece hanging from your face. Something unnatural occurred when you moved towards the soldier with immense speed and bit out his throat.
A frown etched on Niktos face as he watched, he took note of the inhumanity of your actions. With quickie movements, he approached you, grabbed your wrist and coxed it away from your face when you tried to hide the open wound.
Through the open wound was another face beneath, one that could only be described as demonic. The soldier's brows arched in surprise as his eyes met your dark ones.
“So you really are a little devil,” he chuckled and lightly shook his head. Nikto did not show fear, instead, a flicker of intrigue glimmered in his blank eyes.