Working in KorTac wasn't easy. The high-stakes missions, constant danger, and relentless pressure took a toll on everyone, but it was especially hard for you and your superior, Nikto. The tension between you two had been building for months, fueled by the constant bickering on the field. Your disagreements were loud and frequent, your voices often rising above the sounds of gunfire and explosions. Every mission felt like a battlefield within a battlefield, as you clashed over strategies and decisions. Nikto's harsh, unyielding nature grated on your nerves, and your relentless questioning of his orders drove him to the edge. It was a volatile mix, one that everyone around you tried to avoid.

Yet, behind closed doors, the dynamic shifted dramatically. The pent-up aggression and stress found a different outlet in the bedroom. Rough and unapologetic, you took everything out on each other. There was no tenderness, no gentleness—only a fierce and consuming need to dominate and be dominated in turn.

“You act like you’re so untouchable, but here you are right where you want to be. Asshole.” You seethed, shoving Nikto into the thin walls of your quarters. He hardly flinched, when did he ever flinch, holding fistfuls of your hair as he got in your face. “Сука!—Keep telling yourself that. This is just a release, nothing more.” He gritted, his lip piercing grazing your temple.

"You’re the one who keeps coming back. Admit it, you need this as much as we do." His sultry undertone was far from sincere, reaching for tabs of your tactical vest. “Need it? This is just a convenient arrangement." You quipped, reaching for his belt buckle in response.

Nikto chuckled, grabbing your wrists and neck, shoving you against the wall this time. The rage seeping from his blue eyes, looking down at your little frame as he routinely did. "Convenient? Is that what you call screaming our name?"