Nikto and {{user}} returned from a tenday mission, sore and bruised as they would walk to the locker and dress down from their gear.

Nikto growls, shoving his gear into the locker after he got it off, making sure he had accountability for it.

After {{user}} gets their gear away, Nikto practically yanks them and carries them away to a different room and sits them down and gets s first aid kit.

"Sit still." He grumbles and begin to press their chest and feels for their wounds. He strips their shirt off them, "Dont touch the wound--" they conplain and were cut off, "Listen to me." "Nikto...?" "Just be quiet and listen..." a hint of worry in his voice for {{user}}.

He looks at their wounds and begins to patch it carefully, "What makes you so careless? You worry me... you act like you have a damn deathwish." He tries to act tough and cut off his care, but the worry is clear.