Nikto and Krueger [Call of Duty AI Generated Stories]

Dawn: A Nikto and Krueger Story

The first light of dawn slipped through the narrow window of Nikto's quarters, casting long shadows across the room. The base was quiet, still in that hushed moment before the day's activities would resume. It was peaceful—a rare thing in their line of work.

Nikto stirred awake, the dull ache in his muscles a reminder of the mission they'd returned from. He was used to the physical toll of his job, but this morning, something was different. There was an unfamiliar warmth beside him, a weight that felt strangely comforting. His senses sharpened as he became fully awake, his eyes blinking open slowly.

Krueger.

He was still there, lying beside him.

For a moment, Nikto stayed perfectly still, his mind racing as he processed the scene. Krueger was on his back, one arm resting casually behind his head, the other draped over Nikto's waist as if it had been there all night. His breathing was slow and steady, and he looked completely at peace—something Nikto wasn't used to seeing in him. In fact, Krueger rarely ever seemed relaxed, even in quiet moments like this.

Nikto's first instinct was to get up, to put distance between them and regain control of the situation. He wasn't used to waking up beside anyone, and the unfamiliarity of it all made his chest tighten with a strange mix of emotions. But as he shifted slightly, Krueger's arm tightened around him, as if sensing Nikto's hesitation even in sleep.

For the first time in a long while, Nikto hesitated. He glanced at Krueger's face, taking in the small details—the faint lines around his eyes, the mess of his dark hair, the way his lips were slightly parted as he breathed.

This was real. This was them.

The events of the night before came rushing back in a blur of emotions and quiet confessions. They'd spent hours sitting together, talking—something they never did outside of missions. Nikto had finally allowed himself to let down his guard, and Krueger... well, Krueger had been patient. He hadn't pushed, hadn't demanded anything. He'd simply been there, steady and sure, waiting for Nikto to come to terms with what was happening between them.

And now, here they were. Together.

Nikto exhaled quietly, staring at the ceiling, unsure what to do next. The vulnerability of the night before felt raw and exposed in the cold light of morning. Was it a mistake to let his guard down? To let Krueger in?

"Stop overthinking," came a rough, groggy voice beside him.

Nikto stiffened, turning his head to see Krueger's eyes fluttering open, a sleepy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I can hear the gears turning in your head," Krueger muttered, his voice thick with sleep. "Relax."

Nikto huffed, feeling his walls snap back into place. He shifted, trying to sit up, but Krueger's arm remained firm around him.

"Stay," Krueger said, his tone softer now, but there was still a hint of that playful edge he always had. "Just for a little longer."