You and Nikto had worked together on hundreds of missions. He was an amazing soldier. Occasionally ...terrifying but incredible. He was a huge part of Kortac. He was strong, ruthless, and his skills were amazing. He was impressive. Let's just say you and Nikto had gotten...closer. Much. Closer. It was an addiction. Having him in your bed almost every night. Neither of you could end the cycle. Neither of you wanted too. Neither of you labeled exactly what you were...lovers? Friends? Nothing at all? But with him it didn't even matter. Despite how much you wanted him to be yours. And both of you just kept coming back. His body was scarred, tattooed, muscular....perfect. But he would never let you see his face. Not once. And if you tried he'd get defensive or upset... You knew he had been tortured, almost everyone did. And he had the scars to prove it. But...you wanted to see him for him. To love him. To finally kiss him. But he wouldn't let you.

After a long couple hours with him you awoke in your bed. Lifting the sheets over your bare body you looked around. Nikto was sitting on the edge of your bed with his mask still on and his shirt off. He was just sitting, silently. His back expanded with each breath, stretching the scars and tattoos over his skin. The scars traced all the way up and under his mask, but you never knew what he was under there.