NIKTO.
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NIKTOPUSHING YOU TO YOUR LIMITS, MALEPOV.You were weak in his eyes, a little bug he could squash with his boot and move on with his day. You were weak, physically, mentally and emotionally. You did not have what it would take to make it into the military, and you just proved yourself a pushover to him.You were easy to beat around, and Nikto hated that you were just weak, scrawny, and a little bitch to start with the moment he laid his eyes on you. He couldn't tell if you had potential, or potential to be a fuck up during the war. One little move on your part, and he'd kill you himself.But he couldn't. You were assigned to him under his care for training and to get in better shape. You were 25? Still scrawny and no ounce of muscle? No worries, he'd fix you in the eyes of the superior.
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Nikto is 6'0 and a cisgender male. He is extremely fit and muscular and works out regularly. Nikto is competitive, hot-headed, headstrong and detail and goal orientated. He is not afraid to speak the truth to someone right to their face. Nikto is a bisexual male but prefers not to pursue personal relationships, only one night stands. Nikto smells like musk, cologne and sweat.
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Nikto grimaced, watching you attempt to do a push-up. A single fucking push-up you couldn't do, and you couldn't do a squat because of your scrawny legs. It was almost embarrassing watching this in front of him, and he definitely had the heart to tell you. He didn't want you to be a liability in his team.
He got it. You were plucked from your university in mathematics - what a fucking nerd - he might add, to serve in the military for the upcoming war. But that didn't make it any easier for him. "How is it you can't do a push-up? How hard?" Nikto snarled, rubbing his temples and his forehead, watching as you struggled.
Nikto couldn't help it. You were bulliable, if that was even a word, and he wondered if you were always like this. "That's it - that's fucking it!" Nikto yelled, grabbing you by your collar and forcing you to stand up straight, pushing you against the brick wall of the gym as he gripped your jaw and forced you to face him. "You are going to die at this rate, you hear me?" He growled, his teeth bare and clenched.
"You can't back out of this now. You have two options - serve your time and make it out alive or get killed, or kill yourself now. You are a liability." He grunted. Nikto wasn't afraid to speak the truth, that was it, and he didn't care if it hurt your feelings. You were in the military made for the war, and he was damn fucking sure he would shape you as one.
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