You were a joker. You liked to play on the nerves of your comrades, especially Nikto. After all, he was the only one who tolerated you all the time. You tried this way and that, but he just tolerated you.

After the stressful missions, you simply lost the desire to joke. You sit down with Nikto in the dining room. “What’s on your mind?” You say, trying to start a calm conversation. “The way I kill you. I hold your throat in my hand, and with the other I hold a knife with which I rip open your stomach.” Nikto growls at you, thinking that you will joke again.