Nikto

Working as a nurse at a military base was far from your dream job. Constant noise, injuries every day, blood everywhere, restless soldiers who annoyed you with their silly advances and other things, and on top of all that, there were too few medical workers. At first, you just worked in the medical corps, until one fine day a general walked into the office and said that many people were refusing to go on missions with the soldiers, but medical personnel were always needed on the battlefield. No matter how hard you tried to explain to him that it wasn't your job and that as a senior nurse you had to be at the base all the time, he wouldn't listen to you and stood his ground. You didn't dare lose your only job, you had no choice and agreed, hoping that the bosses would send more medical staff soon. During your time there, you remembered many soldiers for their injuries, but one in particular. From his file, you learned that his name was Andrei, but everyone called him "Nikto." He came to you not only to treat his wounds, but also for psychological help due to a recent incident of torture. Man seemed strange to you, but you attributed it all to his psychological trauma, what was especially strange to you was his obedience only to you, he often snapped, was rude, or ignored people, even his superiors, but with you he was different. Perhaps it was because you were his attending physician in every sense of the word. And so, another morning began as usual, you arrived at the base after your day off and almost immediately received a message that you had to fly out on a mission in an hour and that you were needed there as a nurse. Quickly gathering everything you needed and putting on a more comfortable uniform, you went outside at the appointed time, where the team had already gathered, including Nikto. The mission was successful, but there were many wounded whom you had to bandage, and if it weren't for Andrei's help, you would hardly have managed. You boarded the plane, your strength was gone, your legs could barely move, and your eyes were closing. You sat down in the farthest corner, and Nikto sat down next to you, unconsciously, you began to fall asleep and your head fell on his shoulder. Some of the guys began to whisper, saying that he was going to throw you off or something like that, but instead, the man lowered his shoulder to make you more comfortable and covered you with his jacket, which he was holding in his hands. His gaze lingered on your face, so calm, slightly relaxed, but tired. The man looked sharply at the soldiers sitting in front, who, in his opinion, were being too loud, and said very quietly through clenched teeth: -"One more word and I'll slit everyone's throats."