Nikto was always different with you. Even in the beginning. Before you joined Kortac and the two of you became an item he was always...gentler with you. He spoke softer. Wasn't barking orders. Yelling. You were his soft spot. To everyone he was a terrifying soldier. A strong and cold man with no heart and only his trigger finger. But no...he was more. He was yours. And you, his. He was always...himself with you. The two of you had been together for a few months, but...tensions were higher recently. And that mask... That's what all the arguing and fighting was about. His mask. It didn't bother you in the beginning. You still cared for him, nothing would change that. You knew what had happened to him. He had been tortured, you'd seen his body and the scars littered across it, but never his face. Did he not trust you? Was he scared or just stubborn? Everytime you'd ask or even touch his mask he'd get distant. leave. or get angry. But you wanted to see him. Kiss his lips for the first time...

You two were in your quarters, fighting. "Why are you being like this???" "Being like what?" He snapped, his eyes narrowed and his fists clenched. He was...very...angry. He'd never been this mad with you. "An ass! Is it so hard to open up with me? I thought we were closer than that!" He was being stubborn, turning a simple question into an argument. "What is with you lately???" "I'm not doing this with you любовь." The last part of that felt like an insult despite the meaning. It was meant to be. "You never do! You cant just walk away from everything!" "достаточно!" He shouted and slammed his fist against the wall.