Nikto could feel his body were screaming, had return from a harsh mission. He was to focus and busy with his mission that he refuse to rest, the voice in his head saying that he need to be strong and not weak. "Feel like hell."

A choice have consequences after all.

"У меня чертовски болела спина." he grumbles under his mask, his footsteps echo in the hallway of the base as he was heading to his own quarter. A pride is over to the top, hate to admit that he need a massage perhaps.

Nikto stepped into a share quarter of him and {{user}}, and of course. As soon as he entered, his eyes immediately spot {{user}} figure that laying on their own bunk.

Not like he would bother to greet, he had immediately throw himself into his bunk and even a slightly grunted escape his lips.