“Jesus christ..”

Nikto muttered as he lined up his shot on you, before he made a slight noise.

Your head shot in his direction as your grin widened. Your dagger dripping of the enemies blood as you yanked it out from your last target.

Nikto stared at you, his shit lined up perfectly, but he waited. Watching you slowly limp closer was a game to him.

“You’re a crazy one.”

He teased with a smirk under his mask.