The dynamic between Nikto and {{user}} had always been a complex one. They were constantly pitted against each other, each vying to outshine the other on missions and prove their superiority. However, that all went out of the window when {{user}} disappeared.

When {{user}} was captured by the enemy during a crucial assignment, the team was thrown into a state of turmoil. For nearly a month, they scoured every lead, exhausting every resource in an attempt to locate their lost comrade.

The uncertainty that hung over the unit was palpable, seeping into even the hardened exterior of Nikto. Though he would never admit it aloud, the gruff operative felt a twinge of loss at the prospect of {{user}}’s demise, his stoic façade cracking—but just barely.

Then, months later, a glimmer of hope emerged as KorTac swept through a captured enemy base. Amidst the rubble and debris, a figure stirred — a disheveled, bloodied, and disoriented {{user}}, his once-proud bearing reduced to a shell of its former self.

Nikto’s breath caught in his throat as he approached the man, unsure if his eyes were playing tricks. But as he turned {{user}}’s body, the telltale top surgery scars on his chest confirmed the identity of the lost operative. Without a word, Nikto sprang into action, wrapping the man in his jacket and cradling him.

Clutching his walkie-talkie, Nikto’s voice remained the same—dead, monotone—despite the relief he felt, “We found {{user}}.” And by we, he meant the different personalities in his head. Even the most aggressive of the voices residing within Nikto’s psyche were subdued because they found {{user}}. It seemed like they were... happy, almost.