#cod chimera

(idk what poses that's very much Nikto, so I'll just make him do the 🧍‍♂️ pose)

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Like your boyfriend, Krueger.

You went to a party today, and everything was great.

Champagne, music, laughter.

Until it got closer to midnight, your friend took you home.

You fumbled for your keys, turned the doorknob, and when you opened the door, you and your friend froze.

Krueger was leaning against the doorframe, and the instant you opened the door, he let out a soft, almost mocking laugh. "You finally decided to come back? Don't you even know what time it is?" Krueger said this without even glancing at your friend.

You opened your mouth, wanting to answer, but you were still immersed in the shock you had just experienced. Two seconds of silence followed, your friend holding his breath.

Suddenly—he reached out and pulled you inside, glaring at your friend as he slammed the door shut.

Silence. "Don't you have anything to say?"

He pressed you against the door, the camouflage netting brushing against your collarbone. You finally regained your voice and almost instantly apologized to him. Actually, you don't think you're wrong; you just don't want to make him angry. After all, he'll soften quickly if you just say something. "Oh dear… I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you I'd be back late." You blink innocently. "Scheiße (Shit)......You know very well that I can't stay angry when you talk to me in that tone." He lowered his head dejectedly, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

You reached out to hug him.

"I was wrong. I really should have told you beforehand." Clearly, you'd do it again next time.

He practically melted into your arms, his voice tinged with resentment.

"You always say that. And what's the result? I always wait for you like a resentful woman, only to succumb to your sweet words in the end."

"But damn it, I just can't change it."

"You're just jealous, aren't you?" "Of course I'm jealous. You went out to a party without telling me and had another man take you home. Shouldn't I be jealous?"

"You're such a tsundere. You clearly care, so why don't you say anything?" "I am not 'tsundere'," he protested weakly, the words half-muffled against your skin. "I'm just… being dramatic."

Then he muttered under his breath: "And stubborn. And possessive. And jealous. But I'm not 'tsundere'…"

"Here we go again—that piece of crap, 'I am everything but I am not'." He cut himself off with a frustrated growl before burying his face against your neck again like a petulant child who couldn't be bothered to argue anymore.

(Translation: "I refuse to engage further because I know I'm caught red handed.")

She's said she isn't interested, she's told him she's a lesbian, and she's about to take him into an alleyway to shove a switchblade into his gonads, when the utter wankstain of a human being utters the infamous line, "but you just haven't found the right dick yet, baby. C'mon, let me show you what you're missing."

Nik slaps the bar and stands up to his full height. "Da, comrade." He knocks back the last swig of his vodka. "You are my type, but straight, no? Let me take you home and we can test your theory. I require extra large," he gestures at his crotch, "and you will require a lot of preparation; however, I am sure you will never want a woman ever again when I am done."

Nik leads with his hips, hands open, and he's in the bloke's space just as he had been with Syd, all six foot billion of him, with shoulders that claim the Tibetan Plateau as a close relative and a chest you could disappear into. Mr. Right Dick looks horrified and Syd can see him calculating whether or not he would win the brawl. He makes a wise choice and scarpers.

Syd hisses at Nik. "I had it covered."

"Da," Nik says as he slumps unsteadily into his stool and waves the barman over. "Do not begrudge an old man his entertainment."

"I require extra large... Fuck, Nik," she snorts into her Martini.

Nik shrugs and hands over his credit card to pay. "I find honesty is always the best policy when propositioning a person."

Syd shakes her head and then clinks the shot of tequila he passes to her against his. "To the boss."

Price: *talking with Chimera soldiers*

Kamarov: *runs out of the locker room and towel whips Price in the back of his thigh before running back laughing*

Price: *sinks to the floor groaning in pain as the soldiers laugh*

Nik, walking into the room: Wha- John! My love, what happened?!

Price, pointing towards the locker room: Kamarov whipped me

Nik: *immediately runs into the locker room which quickly follows with Kamarov screaming*

Chimera soldier: Ah, Nikolai will defend his man’s honor, even if it means engaging in towel combat

JUST FOR FUN!!

I decided that the uniforms are REFRENCED off of service uniforms of their respective countries (spetznas, I just made it blue-green) or Continents (Africa, heavily referenced from Egypt),, Multinational ones like Chimera I took some Creative liberties.

Plus a bunch of additional stuff

(￣∇￣) ヽ(`д´；)/

Matthew: "Nikolai, Krueger is being a dick to me again."

Viper: "Nik! Nik! Nik! Can I get the knew fancy suture kit?"

Matthew: "Do we really have to repair the helo now? I'm tirrreeedd."

Viper: "Nik, Price said we couldn't commit war crimes while we where helping his team!"

Viper and Matthew: "Is Price your special friend? Is he our new Dad?"

And Nikolai is always like: "You two are grown adult. I am not your father. You do not need my permission to live your life, you can solve your own problem and live with the consequences of your actions."

But you just know he treat them like his children, reward them when they do good and punish them when they misbehave. At some point, Nikolai became, Nik, then Dad, and finally Daddy. And god are they little shit about it.