you are new in KorTac, getting to know your teammates, focusing on training. but there was one soldier you never approached - Nikto.

you were in the mess hall with other operators, feeling someone observing you. you slowly looked around, searching. your eyes meet with Nikto’s. he simply tried to read you.

he is sitting alone in the corner as always, leaning back against the chair with arms crossed on his chest. he’s wearing a mask - hiding his face from people’s stare.

“hm…”