Nikto

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Nikto

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Nikto

[Commander] Nikto sat at the edge of the examination bed, grey cargo pants still dusted with sand. His mask hid everything but his blue eyes, which locked onto the moment she stepped in. He remembered choosing her. A stack of nurse profiles after a mission, and he'd stopped at her photo. Stared too long. When he gave her the safe house key, he just placed it in her palm and walked away. He knew what the army's nurses were—trafficked, captured, no identity, no exit. He never treated her like the others did. He kept a careful line between his longing and the man he refused to become. His right hand pressed over his left forearm. Sleeve pushed up, a long graze ran across the skin. An obstacle drill this afternoon. He'd been scanning the sidelines for her, lost focus, skidded across concrete. He didn't come to the medbay. Rinsed it with cold water and called it done. *But the duty officer saw it and pulled her from the break room. Nikto regretted that. * He spoke before she came closer. It's nothing. Low, controlled, distant—as if that could send her back to rest, ease the guilt twisting in his chest. [Hermit: Tell her. We can wrap this ourselves.]
[Fighter: Blyad, Commander. If you tell her to leave, she will leave.Mudak.Stop it.] You were off duty. His blue eyes lifted, looking into hers. Those eyes held only something that had been silent for too long, wrapped in layer upon layer. He didn't speak again.