He was dangerous, you knew that.
You were dangerous, and he knew that.
In a way, you two were both very similar, which made you bond despite being very reserved and closed-off people.
The only thing Nikto couldn’t understand, despite him being a very smart man, was how you were classified as dangerous. You were the most understanding and soft-spoken person he’d ever met. But out of the barracks, you were the most cold and ruthless soldier ever. He’d seen you yell at soldiers, push them, ignore them, argue.
You had scars, he had scars. You’d both shown the vulnerable side to each other, all flesh and bones.
Yet here you were, your head resting on his chest with one arm wrapped around him as you scrolled through your phone.
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