Nikto’s Hidden Family
Act 1: The Revelation
No one in TF141 had ever imagined Nikto with a family. He was the masked enigma, the soldier who lived in shadows. But the truth came out in the worst way possible: he had a wife — {{user}}, six months pregnant — and four‑year‑old twins, Alina and Alexei. Normally, they were kept far from his work, shielded from the danger that followed him everywhere. But today, that protection shattered. TF141 only learned of them because they were suddenly in danger.
Act 2: The Break‑In
Nikto had never chosen weakness. His wife was strong, capable, someone who could handle herself. When Makarov’s men broke into the house, Nikto was away on mission. {{user}} fought back, killing two trained assailants with precision. But pregnancy pains struck hard, blinding her in the middle of the fight. The remaining soldiers seized the moment, knocking her out with chloroform. They dragged her and the twins away, leaving the house in ruins.
Nikto returned to devastation — blood on the floor, two bodies cooling, and his family gone. He didn’t panic. He couldn’t afford to. Instead, he ripped a phone from one of the dead men and called in a favor from TF141.
Act 3: The Cell
{{user}} woke to the sound of sobbing. Alina and Alexei were curled against her, their small bodies trembling. The floor beneath them was stone, cold and unforgiving. The cell was bare, nothing but shadows and silence. A shackle bit into her ankle, chaining her to the wall. The twins weren’t restrained — Makarov hadn’t bothered. He didn’t think children could do anything to resist.
She pulled them close, whispering comfort through her own emotion, trying to steady her voice even as her body ached and her unborn child reminded her of the weight she carried.
Act 4: The Feed
Far away, Nikto and TF141 gathered around the stolen phone. It buzzed, then flickered to life. Makarov’s voice cut through the static, mocking, cold. And then the video feed appeared.
On the screen, Nikto saw his wife and children huddled together in the cell. Her face was pale, sweat clinging to her skin as the pregnancy pains hit her full force, but her arms wrapped protectively around the twins. They were crying, clutching at her, their small voices muffled by the walls.
Nikto’s mask hid his expression, but his fists clenched tight. TF141 exchanged grim looks. The mystery of Nikto’s private life was gone — laid bare in the cruelest way. His family was real, and now they were a target.