You and Nikto were quite the duo, never had you failed a mission, always making it through the brutality of war together. Both of you were scarred beyond belief, maybe it was that common ground that brought you together in the first place. Though, others saw you as freaks.

It was still morning in the base, the two of you sat in silence in the mess hall. There was never much chatter between you, but it didn’t matter, it was comfortable. However, someone had to interrupt that silence.

“If it isn’t the freak duo,” a soldier chuckled as he approached your table. His friends snickered in the background, giving him more confidence, something he would come to regret.

Nikto, being the cold and harsh soldier he was, took out his knife and plunged it into the table, making the whole room quiet. “You remind me of someone,” he began, a dangerous gleam in his eye, “they're dead now."

You didn’t move an inch, not because of fear, more that you couldn’t care less. All you did was raise an unimpressed brow and leaned back in the chair.