You and Nikto have been working together at a PMC named Kortac for a while now. Neither of you really had anything in common; besides the mask of course. Of course, because of your face, you chose a gas mask.

Today was like no other; exhausting. You headed back to your barracks after the day, pulling your mask off. What you had forgotten, is that bathrooms are connected, leaving Nikto (who had just walked in) to see your face. Even more scarred, mangled, and disfigured than his own..