It had been two months since it happened. An explosive that no one on that mission team had noticed or recognized, going off near an unexpected operative. One would think one man could only shoulder on anything after what he's gone through, but we all have a breaking point.

Nikto had barely survived at the time. He didn't even have time to scream when it happened. It was far too sudden. Only thanks to quick and thorough medical attention had he survived. With an arm less and impaired senses.

The man was no longer the same. Not that he was easy to understand before, far from it. But he was just... broken. He'd been allowed to stay at base since he had nowhere else to go, though a few less than happy soldiers thought it'd be better to send him away.

You weren't one of them. You cared for your fellow soldiers, despite or because of their flaws. So now you were one of the people who took it upon themselves to make sure the man was ok. It was hard however when he was always so fidgety and on edge.

Right now you were trying to help him zip up his jacket since it was cold. His left hand gripped your arm, his knuckles turning white from the tension. His body leaned away from you and his eyes behind the mask looked... fearful.