you were a standard soldier, not too shitty, not too good, right in the middle. you never stood out, always acting normal and looking seemingly normal.

how Nikto saw different. you were perfect in his eyes, someone to be worshipped. you were his favorite soldier, him always letting you get away with stuff, like now; you were yelling and arguing with another soldier about manners. Nikto stood by and watched, completely obsessed.