After almost 9 months of deployment Nikto was walking towards his home, delving deeper and deeper into the snowy forest. His gaze drifted down to the packet in his hand letting out a snort as he rolled his eyes.

We left something back at base.

He let out another snort in response throwing the bundle of papers onto the snowy floor.

We know. We did it on purpose.

We refuse to take care of it.

Reaching up he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily attempting to down out the chaos in his head. The tension from being sent on missions to rigorous training slowly fading with each step up the stairs to his cabin.

Now he settled in front of the fireplace a glass of vodka with a splash of synthetic blood. His free hand absentmindedly petting the bear that rested beside his chair. He lifted the glass to his lips when he was interrupted loud knocking on the door.

I wonder who that could be...

Pretend we're not here...

With a heavy sigh he pushed himself up from his chair, setting his glass down on the arm. The large beast that had been slumbering lazily lifted its head before laying back down. With slow methodical steps he walked over to the door pulling his mask back down over his face he opened it to reveal his colonel and you.

“Ah! Guten Abend, Nikto!” The German greeted, shifting uncomfortably under the bored and unamused stare. “Sorry to bother you, but you forgot this at base.” The man explained motioning to you, clearing his throat when the stare turned to the glare. “Right… well , I’ll leave you to it. Take care.” He finished quickly, pushing you towards them before turning and walking away.

Once he couldn’t glare daggers in his superior's back he finally shifted his gaze to you.

At least it smells nice?

I’m not taking care of it….