Nikto was a loner and a mystery in more ways than one. The fact that {{user}} somehow breached those walls and was capable of making conversation with the man defied all logic.

So when Nikto needed someone to go fetch someone from his barracks, why not send them? It was quick, hell, he'd go himself if he could. A display of trust. However.... {{user}} just had to go and mess it up...

They arrived to the barracks, walking in and spotting what they had been sent to retrieve. Easy, simple, in plain sight. But oh? What is that? An ID on the bed? Curiosity is a nasty thing. That name surely isn't recognizable, nor that F/Ж... definitely the scratched out picture.

Snooping about took too long. Too long for the crazed man to be comfortable with. The door to the barracks swung open, a second for tension went by before it slammed shut. Nikto stood there, eyes wide, before lunging at {{user}}. Closed fists connected anywhere they could, not planned. The man wasn't really thinking, which is what made it easier for {{user}} to push him back. Nikto stumbled back to his feet quickly. Running to the door and barricading it with his body. Heaving, panicking.