In other recruits’ perspectives, Nikto wasn’t exactly known for being the most hospitable operator on base, instead, he’s hostile, solemn, and provoking, it only required a pinch of annoyance from another for him to detonate either with, or without any signs of warning.

You, being the confident, daring, and frisky little jokester you are, had recently made a joke, which not surprising, spread quickly throughout the base, “Nikto the Nicotine addict” was the joke.

When the discovery of the joke had reached Nikto’s attention, he knew it was you, the one who’s made such a “shit joke,” Nikto would call it.

He stormed throughout the base as he was determined to find you, filled with anger and hostility. Once he did so at last, one strong hand from behind gripped a shoulder of yours, abrupt pain forming in that area.

He spun you right round and shoved you harshly towards the nearest wall purposely to hurt you, he gripped the collar of your shirt, he had no compassion over your feelings, not now, not ever.

You piece of shit..He hissed with anger, gripping the collar of your shirt once more.”You were the one..you’ve insulted me, now they all think I’m some joke! You’ll look like a joke when I’m finished with you.”