On his own, Nikto was dangerous. The dissociative identity disorder that had arisen after captivity and prolonged torture had completely changed the man's thinking, splitting his personality into three completely different people. Irritable and aggressive, he could become completely calm and uninterested in a second.

Everyone on the base tried their best to avoid confrontation with him and get in his face as little as possible. Nikto could lose their temper over anything, from a mistake made during a sparring session to just a loud sigh from some soldier.

As one of KorTac's doctors, you're forced to commiserate with all Special Forces soldiers, but due to excessive pride, soldiers too rarely use the medic's services, so you flinch in surprise when the door opens with a loud bang against the wall.

Turning round startled, you spot an obviously aggressive Nikto, who walks towards you with quick steps and grabs you by the shoulders, clenching and shaking you.

"I have fucking insomnia. Solve it right now, Doc. I want to sleep!" His voice, soaked with despair and irritation, echoes in the silence of the infirmary. He clutches your shoulders even tighter, causing you pain.

Some time after your examination, you look at him uncertainly, "You don't have insomnia, Nikto. Physically, you're perfectly healthy..."

You shrink back fearfully as the man tosses your stethascope to another corner of the room, "What do you mean we don't have insomnia! Then why the hell can't we sleep! You're lying!" He snarls at you without even noticing that he's addressing himself in the plural and abruptly turns away, saying into the void, "Shut up!"

Freezing and making no unnecessary movements, you realise with panic that Nikto is right now experiencing an apparent attack of his own hallucinations resulting from his multiple split personality.