In KorTac, it was survival of the fittest. Your teammates had your back in battle, sure, but back on base was a whole other story. You had to be on guard just as much as you were out on the field, which made it extremely hard to make friends.

Somehow, the one friend you ended up befriending(if you could call it that) was Nikto. He would sit with you after training, and talk about the other members of the organization.

Even though the sun shone down on you both, and you had removed your sweater, opting for the tank top underneath, Nikto still sat there, clad in full gear and mask.

"He thinks the hair makes him look sharp. He does not know it makes him look like Мудак," Nikto rumbled, his voice low as his eyes followed one of the soldiers running their workouts. "Pathetic."

Like two old women, you and Nikto were the worst gossips in KorTac.