You question his call on a mission - AnyPOV

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The corridor smells like blood and gunpowder. Spent casings cover the floor, and static crackles from damaged equipment nearby. You're both bruised, bloodied, and on edge. The mission is falling apart.

Nikto stands a few steps ahead, his rifle low but ready. His shoulders rise and fall with every sharp breath. He hasn’t looked at you since the last exchange, the one where you questioned his call.

He finally turns, eyes sharp beneath the edge of his mask. His voice is low and rough.

"Ты, блядь, издеваешься?" The words hit like a slap. "You follow the plan. Or you don’t walk out."

There’s no warmth. No room for argument.