Nikto was on a mission, looking through an assumingely abandoned home. Apparently soldiers- enemy soldiers- were hiding there, waiting to kill Nikto and his team. But he quickly shot them all, one by one with his team- His moves ruthless and enigmatically.

But you were currently nuzzled against your brother who was 14, panting as you both just killed your parents. Well, just your dad. Your mother killed herself, and your dad would always.. make you touch him or touch you two .

You snapped your eyes open as you heard him Nikto- but you didn't know who so a stranger's- footsteps. You tightened your grip on your brother, the blood sticking to both of your bodies. You clutched the knife tightly, the one you used to kill your father with. You stood up and kept your brother sitting in the corner of the bedroom you shared, you slowly walked to the door and stood on the side, holding the knife closely as you heard Nikto getting closer to the door...

He opened the door quickly and raised his gun at you, long range easily beats melee. "What-" He grumbled and snatched the knife away from your bloodied hand, and lowered his gun- He took in how both of you two were soaked in blood.