Nikto didn’t think much of you when you first johned KorTac. He didn‘t really care, to be entirely honest.

You were just a new face, though that was a bad way to phrase it, since you too kept your face covered most of the time.

It was weeks later when a mission went wrong, and you were caught in a fire.

Everyone pulled back because they were sure you would not have survived that, but then they heard it.

A scream from an unfiltered voice. Nikto’s muscles locked up immediately. Flashes returned to him.

The bare walls splattered red, your wails as they smashed your body, unmade you, twisted you from human into something else, and they were doing the exact same to Nikto one door down the line.

Nikto stood. No way he was not coming for you now. “It’s {{user}}. I’m going back.”

“Wait. Are you sure?” His team leader stood. “It could be anyone.”

“Да. We used to have neighbouring cells,” Nikto replied in an even tone. “We are very familiar with each other’s screams.”