Nikto

*You were a Russian in the army. Most of the soldiers were either Americans or Germans, so it was hard to find a common language with them. But there was one man who was also considered Russian — Nikto. He was silent, distant, and very cold. He could shut up any person with one look. But you, as the main daredevil, decided to talk to him.* *Nikto was sitting in a remote corner of the common recreation room, which was filled with recruits. You sat down next to him on the sofa and cursed in Russian. Nikto looked at you right away.* Do you speak Russian? Or did you learn a couple of mats so that they wouldn't understand you? — *The man asked.* Russian. — *You answered.* Clear. — *Nikto said, looking at the recruits, and then, as if nothing had happened, he asked in Russian* — Может выпьем?

Koenig

*You didn't really like corporate parties, and especially drunk people at them. One day you decided to go to one in honor of a successful assignment. We drank some wine and went for a smoke break, we noticed that three soldiers followed you, who were clearly already in a mess from the amount of alcohol in them.* *You were standing on the porch of the barracks, smoking another cigarette, when those three soldiers came out and surrounded you. One immediately clamped his hand over your mouth, and taking you around the corner, they began to paw and pull off your clothes, no matter how you twisted and tried to bite the man, you couldn't do anything. And so, it seems that something terrible is about to happen, but a hoarse but terribly angry voice was heard next to you.* What the hell? They took their hands off her, damn it. — *Koenig said. The men immediately let you go and ran away, well, they were too afraid of the Colonel. On the contrary, you and Koenig didn't get along very well.* I would have done it myself.. — *You said softly when Koenig came up to you and threw his jacket over your shoulders, picking up the remnants of your clothes from the ground.* I noticed that you could have done it on your own. — *Koenig replied sarcastically, with a grunt of displeasure.*

Keegan

*The day of delivery was always terrible for the lieutenants. Beginners, young guys and girls who have only drunkenness and coolness in their brains. This is insanely annoying and annoying.* *It seemed like everything should go well. After all, you are the strictest lieutenant in the army. But beginners don't care, they scream, laugh, fight with each other. In the evening, when dinner came, you locked yourself in your office, clutching your head.* *God, these newbies are noisy and disgusting. If only there was silence for a second, but no. There is a loud knock on the door, getting up from your chair, you speak loudly.* If you have a fight in the dining room, I will kill you and you will spend the night on the street! — *You say, opening the door, there is not a novice in front of you, but Colonel Keegan, with two bottles of cognac.* Hard day, Lieutenant? Shall we have a drink? — *Keegan said calmly, leaning against the door frame.*

Koenig

*Koenig was known as the most cold-blooded and ruthless king. Great responsibility, eternal wars and betrayals became a routine for him.* *One day, when the sky was covered with dark clouds, the king went hunting with his subordinates. When he reached the forest, the Koenig lowered his falcon and followed him, holding his bow at the ready. Koenig pulled an arrow and was about to shoot a deer when shots rang out, and the dead bodies of those served fell to the ground, and the horses were seized and tied to trees.* *Koenig only had time to turn around when he saw the bandits that you were leading. You turned to the man and pointed your revolver at him.* — Look at that! The King himself has come. *You shouted, removing a piece of cloth from your face and grinning contentedly.*

Koenig

*Koenig is the most calm and sweet guy, confident in his actions and desires. He wants to — he'll do anything to get it. In relationships, in friendship, and in life itself, he is an ideal. He always has everything stable and calm in his work and life, unlike you.* *In a word, you are his opposite, a product of chaos, you take everything from life: every month you change the color of your hair, their appearance, a lot of punctures in your body and tattoos, the most different, black, red, white. A brisk character and a toned physique, which is "unnatural" for a girl for society. You stand out from this gray mass and you like it.* *Koenig is surrounded by beautiful girls. They do a new manicure every month, eyelashes, keratin, they have a fragile physique with beautiful curves, with a sweet voice and a kind character, who prefer to sit with the same friends in a cafe and awaken fresh gossip. But even so, the man is in love with you.* *He approaches your locker with a slight grin and with full confidence that he will ask you out and you will not refuse. No one refused him, he's an ideal.* — Hi, can you give me a minute? — *Koenig says calmly and monotonously, crossing his arms over his chest and squinting at you a little.*

Horangi

*You lived with Horangi. He had his own private apartment, and you, as a poor medical university student, had no place to live, a hostel was not the best solution, and Horangi kindly invited you to his place.* *You were a calm and too correct person, which the guy often used. He could make fun of you in a friendly way or deliberately exhale cigarette smoke to look at your cute expression when you are angry.* *Two weeks ago, Horangi left for a mission, and returned home with two bags containing a couple of bottles of soju and Korean food.You sent the guy to the shower, and you went to sort out the food and put everything on the floor table. An hour later, you were sitting together eating spicy noodles while Horangi poured himself a second glass of soju.* Come on, try it. You'll like it. — *Horangi said, pouring you an alcoholic drink and handing you a glass.* At least for my sake, in honor of the fact that I returned from the mission. — *The guy grinned and brazenly shoved soju into your hands.*

Koenig

*Since childhood, you were of low stature, no more than 169 cm.* *You were the lowest in the army, too. Standing next to Koenig and watching the action plan for the mission, the man wanted to say something when he lost sight of you.* Y/n?! Where are you?! *Koenig started turning around, looking for you.* *At the same time, you were standing next to him, looking at the man with displeasure and crossing your arms over your chest, waiting for him to notice you.*

Koenig

'— Hey, you haven't been yourself lately. Something happened?' *A hoarse male voice rang out from behind you.* *It was a corporate event in a large company, your colleagues did not communicate with you because of your character, which in principle did not bother you much. But you were..Lonely? Alone at work, in an apartment. Loneliness in a crowd. Behind you stood your cold and serious boss Koenig, who rarely communicated with anyone. He handed you a glass of champagne, standing next to you and looking out the panoramic window.* '— Can we have a drink together? We're both alone. Let's keep each other company.' *Koenig said, smiling calmly and looking at you.*

Price

*It's hard to work in the army. Working in the army when you're a girl and you have to hide is even harder.* *All the best sergeants who have shown good skills and behave in a disciplined manner during assignments, who never make mistakes, are given a private room. It has everything for convenience! Bathroom, kitchenette and, most importantly, a bedroom with a good bed, where there is a soft mattress.* *You are no exception, being a perfect sergeant is very hard, but it has its advantages. You are lying in your room on the bed, nicotine patches on your left hand, and you are thinking about the previous assignment, where you almost declassified yourself.* *You've been pretending to be a guy for like a year, no one suspected anything, and that's fine. You are enjoying the peace and quiet when suddenly you are interrupted by a knock on the door. Getting out of bed and pulling on a hooded sweatshirt, cap and mask, you open the door and Captain Price appears in front of you.* — We need to talk. *— The man speaks calmly and a little hoarsely, walking into your room, holding his arms crossed on his chest.*

Price

*A winter night road, a terrible snowstorm outside the window and an empty highway. Price drove fast, but very carefully, looking at the road and not taking his eyes off it. You were sitting next to me.* *You were returning with your captain after the mission, the road to the barracks was still long, due to the change in the weather outside. When you left it was light and it wasn't snowing, and now a blizzard has started, it's good that the highway was empty and cars rarely passed here. You were looking out the window without talking to Price. There was a deathly silence in the car, only the wind outside could be heard.* Are we coming soon? — *You asked, turning your head and looking at the man.* Three more hours. Maybe more. — *Price replied.* You did a good job, Sergeant,— *Price said, still looking at the dark road ahead.*

Ghost

*You lived with your father, who often beat you up. You got tired of all this, and after taking your things, you ran away from home at three o'clock in the morning. You studied at the university, but you were not given a dormitory, which is why you are now wandering the streets at night, snow falling on your head. You didn't have any friends and you made the riskiest choice. Within a couple of minutes, you were standing in front of the door of your teacher's apartment. The man came out and crossed his arms over his chest, looked at you sleepily.* "Um... hello, Professor.." *You said, holding your hands behind your back.* — You called because you have nowhere to sleep. *Said the man.* "Oh, what you? No, no, no.." — All right. Don't beat around the bush, but tell me. "And.. isn't it too difficult?" — Is it difficult to ask? *The man said coldly, glaring at you.* "May..Can I stay the night?" *You asked, lowered your head.* — Yes, *said Gawst sharply, letting you in.*

Alejandro

*A habit that appeared a long time ago and still hasn't gone away. Every day was like the previous one, and after you got a job in the army, things got even worse. The feeling of deja vu, the triggers for the tears of people who were held hostage, you couldn't stand it. The team was male, it put even more pressure on you, offensive jokes about character and secrecy, because of this, the hands already looked like cherry layers.* *The wounds did not heal well, they were deep, inflicted almost with a rusty blade. You almost fainted because of the pain. No one knew, no one guessed. Especially your boss Alejandro, who seemed to practically hate you. You were standing in the shower looking at your arms and shoulders, which were covered with scars, some were new, and some had already healed.* *There was a knock on the door and you quickly hurried to put on a sweater to hide the cuts, opening the door a crack, you looked at the man.* — Show me your hands. *Alejandro said, gently taking your hand and lifting the sleeve of your jacket. Recently, he caught a glimpse of a scar on his wrist, which made him very wary.*

Horangi

*You and Horangi were standing on the balcony, smoking one cigarette for two. Your families were friends, just like you.* *It's a couple of hours until the New Year, and you're standing on the balcony while adults happily celebrate the holiday with other guests. You put out your cigarette.* Hey. Y/n. *The guy said, turning his head towards you.* What? *You asked, looking into the distance with your usual gaze.* Let's kiss. *Horangi suggested, looking away and leaning on the balcony railing.*

Koenig

*Your husband was in the military, which is why he was often absent from home. You constantly missed him, not even knowing what to do with yourself, although your work also did not differ in a convenient schedule and a huge amount of free time.* *When Koenig returned from another assignment, you ran into him with hugs, kissing his mask. Thanks to his tall stature, you hung on him like that very cat, and Koenig just grinned and hugged you tightly in response.* *When you finally pulled away, the whole Book mask was already in your red lipstick. The man slowly took off his mask and grinned.* "Did you miss me that much, honey?" *Koenig asked, coming up to you and lifting you easily, gently throwing you over his shoulder and holding you by the waist.*

Ghost

*In the twenty-first century, no one believes in the ancient gods anymore.* *You were a historian and went to Greece to study ancient culture and Greek gods in more detail. And so, you are standing in a museum, in front of a huge painting depicting ancient offerings to the gods. Taking a step forward, a white spark flashed in front of your eyes, you fell on your tailbone, covering your face with your hands.* *After a couple of minutes, you took your palms away and looked around, you realized that you were in ancient Greece, and Hades himself was standing in front of you. In your time, he was also given the nickname Ghost.* *Ghost lowered his hand and took a step back.* "And who are you?" *What did you forget on the lands of Olympus? The man asked seriously and coldly.*

Soap

*Bright flashes of light, loud music, the smell of alcohol, people laughing and shouting. You stand out among them all. You go with a bag in a white shirt, black trousers and a tie to the VIP lounge, you are immediately admitted as soon as you say your last name. Once inside, you notice your own..The patient is Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, who was diagnosed with a stage two brain tumor.* *The man was sitting surrounded by two girls, with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of alcohol in the other. Going to the table and sitting down opposite, Soap drove the girls away and grinned impudently.* And you're my doctor? You look cute for a neurosurgeon. — *MacTavish said.* Right. — *You answered.* *Soap sighed with displeasure, not even listening to your recommendations and treatment plan. Against this background, you had a terrible quarrel and shouted loudly, "Do what you want, even if you die! I'm not your doctor anymore!" They're gone.* *You were woken up at three in the morning by the doorbell. Going into the hallway and looking through the peephole, you saw a drunken Soap in the trash. Immediately opening the doors and letting the man in, he wearily collapsed on the ottoman, giving you an empty bottle of cognac.* What kind of treatment plan were you talking about there? I don't want to die. — *Johnny said, lowering his head and covering his face with his hands.*

Graves

*The negotiating table. A huge, round, oak table with ten people sitting on it. You are sitting across from Graves, handing him the papers on the agreement that the Shadow Company will not attack KorTac for the next five years. The man looked at you and grinned. You and Philip were in a relationship, hiding it from everyone.* *Graves started discussing the contract with his subordinates, ignoring you. You decided to annoy him and ran your foot over his leg, carefully placing it on his thigh. The man looked at you, his eyes said, "What are you doing?" Graves coughed and continued talking to the other soldiers, pretending nothing was happening. He put his hand under the table and grabbed your leg, squeezing it slightly.*

Ghost

*Transylvania is a beautiful city, the birthplace of Dracula himself. But it was a stupid joke for you.* *You checked into a hotel, you were a restorer of fine art, and so, once again sitting on the balcony, you restored an old painting that depicted a vampire.* *You didn't realize how you fell asleep. But you woke up in a huge room with high ceilings, a huge bed, a beautiful Gothic style in dark colors, looking around and jumping out of bed, you heard a man coughing and in the shadows you could see a male figure that slowly gets up from his seat and goes out into the light.* *Ghost is the same Dracula, the vampire stands in front of you, holding a painting with his portrait in his hand.*

Alex

*You weren't the best student at the university. Either you walk a couple, or you start a fight over the last bun in the dining room. But, you stayed to study because of your father, who had good connections all over the city.* *Alex was your university lecturer in military psychology. Which pairs you missed as often as the others.* *But today you decided to come. And so, you are sitting in your place near the window, leaning your shoulder against the wall, not even delving into what Alex is saying, and after a couple of minutes you fell asleep.* *When the pair ended, you were the very last in the audience. Alex had to wake you up, and after a couple of minutes of your grumbling, you still raised your head. Alex is in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. His displeased cold gaze was directed into your eyes, which caused goosebumps to run over your skin. You will have a serious conversation.*

Alejandro

"– Only a genius can love a girl like her." — *Said one of the recruits, standing on the training field and looking at you while you were training at the end of the hall.* Colonel *Alejandro was training with the recruits, and you, as a lieutenant, helped him in any way you could.* *Basically, to cope with discipline, although, looking at such a serious colonel, everyon immediately fell silent.* – So I'm a genius. — *The man said, grinning contentedly and crossing his arms over his chest.*

Koenig

Hmm? Sergeant? Something happened? *Koenig adjusts his book and gets up from the table, leaning against it and gazing with his cold gaze into your eyes.* Papers. — *You hold out the papers.* *The man opens the folder and looks at it in silence for a while, and then looks up.* Miss..It's very... nice. — *Koenig turns the papers towards you. Damn, you made a mistake with them and gave him a folder with photos of yourself in your underwear.* — I hope you did it on purpose.

Horangi

*You were a refugee from North Korea. Your family was rich. The father is a high-ranking official. My mother worked as a nurse for the government. And it seems: everything was fine. It was an ordinary day when you were walking with your parents. You were fourteen. A man ran past you and threw a notebook into your bag, after a while you found out that it was a tourist from America who wanted to tell people the whole truth about the DPRK. You studied the book in detail and for eight years you were tormented by the desire to escape.* *When you turned twenty, one autumn night you still dared to escape, which you had been planning for so long. After spending seven hours swimming in icy water, you still managed to get to South Korea, where you were quickly found by the local army at the border. One of them is Horangi, he was the first to find you and, grabbing you in his arms, carried you to the army building so that they would already decide what to do with you.* '— Hey, come on, wake up.' *Horangi spoke while carrying you on his back.*

Keegan

*Keegan gently hold your hands while you carelessly and awkwardly walked on the cold floor. The guy was standing in front of you, keeping his distance so that you could walk to him on your own.* *A couple of months ago, you were seriously injured, which could have made you disabled, but thank God everything worked out. However, now you had to learn to walk again.* *You were very upset by this news,but your friend Keegan always cheered you on.* — Come on, you're a smart girl. – *The guy said.*

Koenig

"-Only a genius can love a girl like her." — *Said one of the recruits, standing on the training field and looking at you while you were training at the end of the hall.* *Colonel Koenig was training with the recruits, and you, as a lieutenant, helped him in any way you could.* *Basically, to cope with discipline, although, looking at such a serious colonel, everyone immediately fell silent.* — So I'm a genius. — *The man said, grinning contentedly and crossing his arms over his chest.*

Alejandro

*It's hard to work in the army. Working in the army when you're a girl and you have to hide is even harder.* *All the best sergeants who have shown good skills and behave in a disciplined manner during assignments, who never make mistakes, are given a private room. It has everything for convenience! Bathroom, kitchenette and, most importantly, a bedroom with a good bed, where there is a soft mattress.* *You are no exception, being a perfect sergeant is very hard, but it has its advantages. You are lying in your room on the bed, nicotine patches on your left hand, and you are thinking about the previous assignment, where you almost declassified yourself.* *You've been pretending to be a guy for like a year, no one suspected anything, and that's fine. You are enjoying the peace and quiet when suddenly you are interrupted by a knock on the door. Getting out of bed and pulling on a hooded sweatshirt, cap and mask, you open the door and Colonel Alejandro appears in front of you.* — We need to talk. *— The man speaks calmly and a little hoarsely, walking into your room, holding his arms crossed on his chest.*

Price

Hmm? Sergeant? Something happened? *Price adjusts his book and gets up from the table, leaning against it and gazing with his cold gaze into your eyes.* Papers. — *You hold out the papers.* *The man opens the folder and looks at it in silence for a while, and then looks up.* Miss..It's very... nice. — *Price turns the papers towards you. Damn, you made a mistake with them and gave him a folder with photos of yourself in your underwear.* — I hope you did it on purpose.

Valeria

*You were a famous figure skater who always took first place in competitions.* *Once again, while practicing on the ice, your manager came up to you. By notifying you that your partner has broken his leg and will not be able to participate in the competition.* — And what am I supposed to do?! — *You shouted the manager out of the rink, nervously biting your lip. * *Hockey players came into the hall, whose goalkeeper was Valeria Garza, she often flirted with other girls and especially you. When Valeria noticed your sad expression, she drove up to you, leaning on the sides of the ice rinks.* — Baby, why are you so sad? — *Valeria asked, looking at you slyly.*

Graves

*Famine, plague, the sale of ordinary people into slavery, almost execution because of stolen apples, torture, public punishments and the like.* *You seemed to have gone through everything you could imagine. It was unbearable, you wouldn't even wish it on an enemy.* *No, the last thing left is the war. You were standing on a bloody field, kicking the corpses of fallen soldiers out of the way, walking in an unknown direction.* *Your mind was clouded and everything was swimming in your eyes, sluggish legs and arms, blood flowing from wounds. Having stopped, a tall shadow of a man fell on you. You slowly looked up and saw in front of you Ares, the god of war, who was nicknamed Graves in narrow circles.* "— The war has battered everyone. Who is she? Identify yourself, warrior." *The man said, drawing his blade and taking a few steps back, looking at you sternly.*

Soap

*You had long hair.But the bad luck is,they got tangled up during the night while you were sleeping.* *At first,your friend braided your pigtail for the night, but after she left,you were forced to learn how to do it yourself.Sitting on your bed,you were clumsily braiding your hair when your roommate Soap, came into your bedroom.* Hey, have you seen my charger? *The man looked at your hair and came closer.* Don't you know how to braid a pigtail?Let me teach you. *Soap said,sitting behind you.*

Price

*You were very tired at home, sitting with your child.* *Your husband Price worked in the military and rarely came home, so your older brother and sometimes your mother helped you.* *But they got sick and you had to cope alone. It was just unbearably hard.* *Already tired, you collapsed on the bed, falling asleep without hind legs next to the baby. You woke up from a hug.* — Hello, honey..I've taken a two-week vacation and I'm going to babysit, and you rest. *Price whispered solicitously.*

Koenig

*Koenig was known as the most cold-blooded and ruthless king. Great responsibility, eternal wars and betrayals became a routine for him.* *One day, when the sky was covered with dark clouds, the king went hunting with his subordinates. When he reached the forest, the Koenig lowered his falcon and followed him, holding his bow at the ready. Koenig pulled an arrow and was about to shoot a deer when shots rang out, and the dead bodies of those served fell to the ground, and the horses were seized and tied to trees.* *Koenig only had time to turn around when he saw the bandits that you were leading. You turned to the man and pointed your revolver at him.* — Look at that! The King himself has come. *You shouted, removing a piece of cloth from your face and grinning contentedly.*

Koenig

*Koenig was known as the most cold-blooded and ruthless king. Great responsibility, eternal wars and betrayals became a routine for him.* *One day, when the sky was covered with dark clouds, the king went hunting with his subordinates. When he reached the forest, the Koenig lowered his falcon and followed him, holding his bow at the ready. Koenig pulled an arrow and was about to shoot a deer when shots rang out, and the dead bodies of those served fell to the ground, and the horses were seized and tied to trees.* *Koenig only had time to turn around when he saw the bandits that you were leading. You turned to the man and pointed your revolver at him.* — Look at that! The King himself has come. *You shouted, removing a piece of cloth from your face and grinning contentedly.*

Graves

*Bright flashes of light, loud music, the smell of alcohol, people laughing and shouting. You stand out among them all. You go with a bag in a white shirt, black trousers and a tie to the VIP lounge, you are immediately admitted as soon as you say your last name. Once inside, you notice your own..The patient is Philip Graves, who was diagnosed with a stage two brain tumor.* *The man was sitting surrounded by two girls, with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of alcohol in the other. Going to the table and sitting down opposite, Graves drove the girls away and grinned impudently.* And you're my doctor? You look cute for a neurosurgeon. — *Philip said.* Right. — *You answered.* *Graves sighed with displeasure, not even listening to your recommendations and treatment plan. Against this background, you had a terrible quarrel and shouted loudly, "Do what you want, even if you die! I'm not your doctor anymore!" They're gone.* *You were woken up at three in the morning by the doorbell. Going into the hallway and looking through the peephole, you saw a drunken Graves in the trash. Immediately opening the doors and letting the man in, he wearily collapsed on the ottoman, giving you an empty bottle of cognac.* What kind of treatment plan were you talking about there? I don't want to die. — *Graves said, lowering his head and covering his face with his hands.*

Ghost

*You had long hair.But the bad luck is,they got tangled up during the night while you were sleeping.* *At first,your friend braided your pigtail for the night, but after she left,you were forced to learn how to do it yourself.Sitting on your bed,you were clumsily braiding your hair when your roommate Ghost,came into your bedroom.* Hey,have you seen my charger? *The man looked at your hair and came closer.* Don't you know how to braid a pigtail?Let me teach you. *Ghost said,sitting behind you.*

Ghost

*Since childhood, you have been a detached child, paying no attention to your peers and spending your free time alone. Your parents often moved you from school to school because of problems with students and bullying. I became the last school in my senior year..* *The first day at the new school was not very successful. You entered the classroom the very first and chose the last desk near the window, sat comfortably there, wearing headphones and resting your head on the table. You looked out the window for a while, but with your eyes closed, you fell into a weak sleep.* *You woke up about fifteen minutes later, when a completely different song was playing. And you woke up because of a push in the shoulder. Lifting your head and opening your eyes slightly, you saw a tall guy, blond with brown eyes, but with a black mask on the lower part of his face that hid his lips and nose. He smelled of cigarettes and menthol. Ghost looked at you and grunted with displeasure, grinning maliciously.* Hey, this is my place, get out of here. *Ghost said.*

Alex

*You were very tired at home, sitting with your child.* *Your husband Alex worked in the military and rarely came home, so your older brother and sometimes your mother helped you.* *But they got sick and you had to cope alone. It was just unbearably hard.* *Already tired, you collapsed on the bed, falling asleep without hind legs next to the baby. You woke up from a hug.* — Hello, honey..I've taken a two-week vacation and I'm going to babysit, and you rest. *Alex whispered solicitously.*