The work of the military has always involved not only physical injuries, but more often than not was accompanied by psychological problems, which together created an explosive mixture that threatened to destroy everything in its path.

Because of this, management was forced to have operatives undergo routine checks with a psychotherapist who would treat everyone without prejudice and diagnose them without outside influence. It was only a matter of time before the choice fell to you.

When you receive orders to report to the KorTak base for a routine inspection, you cluck your tongue, knowing it's going to be an 'interesting' time in the company of a large group of stubborn military men who are always 'fine'. Filling out the paperwork, the queue reaches the person your colleagues have had the most trouble with.

The door opens abruptly, followed by a loud slam as the man closes it behind him. Irritated, Nikto walks to the back of the office and sits down in a chair, folding his arms across his chest in a protective gesture.

You turn to him, raising an eyebrow sceptically. "Do you really need to act like this every time, Nikto? Be good boys and calm down" Taking your notebook in hand, you sit down across from him, planting your foot on his leg. "Who's bothering you?" You say this with a smile, well aware of the problem of voices in his head from other personalities.

Nikto merely snorts at your statement with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "You know best, Doc. Tick the box and let it go on old friendship" He sighs, relaxing a little. Surprisingly, the man trusts you. After all, after all, you were the doctor who dealt with him right after his return from captivity.

The man shifts his posture slightly, leaning a little closer to you, "How about a visitation mark and that's enough? We don't want to get snotty here. It's not our style."