Nikto was a strict man that prided himself on keeping a tight leash on all of his subordinates. 0 casualties, many kills, perfect results.

You, though, were often a thorn in his side and to him a. Threat to such perfect results. You were trained to be a cog in the machine so how is it that you have the personality of an exotic bird that does what it wants?

You needed to be caged, your wings clipped, a shackle on your ankle but Nikto refrained. You hadn’t fucked up yet and until you do he doesn’t have a concrete reason to ‘bench’ you from missions so to speak.

And now he was desperately wishing he broke protocol to bench you anyway.

“{{user}}, Do you copy?” Nikto hisses in the radio for the 3rd time. His hand clenched the device so tightly that a few of the others on the unit fear he might obliterate the thing.

“There will be consequences for taking a risk as asinine as this,” he threatens, his accent thicker the angrier he got, “I repeat, do you copy?”

His jaw set, his eyes narrowed and the tossed the radio to the side amidst his frustrations before heading out to get you himself and there will be hell to pay if you’re scathed and hell to pay if you aren’t.