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Nikto x Blind! Reader

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"Deadly force."

"A force to be reckoned with."

"Relentless."

"Gifted."

Y/N, Blind but deadly.

Y/N may not know what the world looks like, but she would beat every single person that dares to hurt anyone close to her.

They were currently playing a game to see if she could feel, hear, or use any of her senses to guess the correct person. She played with Allegiance, the entire allegiance.

Chimera was up first, in the order of Nikolai, farah, yegor, sebastian, syd and iskra. Nikolai silently walked in front of her, smiling because he believed she wouldnt guess him.

After feeling over his lips, eyebrows and nose, she felt his hair. His hair was an utter giveaway.

"Nikolai from Chimera?"

"Woah, correct." Nikolai laughed.

"Whos next?" She giggled.

Y/N heard footsteps and a heat in front of her, calmly and slowly putting her hands on their face.

"Smaller frame..feminine yet heavy sounding steps..Farah karim?" Y/N acknowledged.

"Mhm." Farah smiled, giving her a pat on the shoulder.

"Next!" Farah called to the next person.

Sebastian walked in front of Y/N, with his helmet on. Y/N immediately knew it was him due to the veil that fell over it.

"Sebastian, you arent that slick!" Y/N giggled.

"Gah, You've got me too."

A few minutes later, she breezed through the next teams, and her final one was Spetsnaz.

Her fingers traced over the edges of said persons jawline, concluding this frame was way more muscular.

"Maxim." Y/N chirped.

"Right!" He wholeheartedly laughed, stepping away for the next person.

Y/Ns hands specifically went to the nose, then the cheek bones. She stifled a laugh.

"Easy to tell, Rodion."

"Youre good at this." He awed, moving off.

She heard the two finished mens footsteps go away. Confused, she brushed it off but no one else had done that.

"Dmitry bale." Y/N didnt even feel his face, by the heavy sounds in his footsteps she already could tell.

Bale just stared at her, wondering how she already knew. "Footsteps." She repeated. She too heard him walk out the building.

Nikto, the last spetsnaz to go up. Previously, people had tried to trick her with putting other people up at the last person, but it never worked.

Nikto silently took off his metal faceplate, tracing over his own face. His scarred, burnt face. Nikto walked up to Y/N, watching both her hands travel to his face.

"Textured." She continued.

Y/Ns hands roamed his entire face, etching it into her brain piece by piece. Nikto wanted to pull away, yet he felt so mesmerized by her touch.

"..." he silently shifted. When her hands started to stray, he would occasionally take them in his, passing them over his features again. No matter how bad Nikto hated them, her touch was all he wanted.

"Now i know this is you nikto.." Y/N started.

"But you're so unique.." Y/N whispered. She traced over his scarred face multiple times. Now she understood why everyone left the building, they knew what he was going to do.

"Unique?" Nikto stated the word, no one had ever told him he was ever "unique" they omly ever said he had a "unique skillset".

"Yes!" Y/N beamed. Her hands traveled from his face down to his neck.

"So handsome. I can picture you already." She sighed.

"Me? Handsome?" Nikto stuttered out.

"Of course!" Y/N hugged onto him.

"By the way you guided my hands, i can tell you are quite happy."

"I am only happy when you are around." Nikto blurted. His face grew heated and red with the sentence he spilled.

"Are you blushing..? Your face is hot." Y/N chirped.

"N-No!"

"Do you like it when i touch you?" She giggled.

"...that came out very wrong."

"AH! WHY DO YOU THINK LIKE THAT!"