Nikto and Krueger [Call of Duty AI Generated Stories]

Silent Strike: A Nikto and Krueger Story

It wasn't the usual mission location. Far from the abandoned buildings, war-torn streets, or covert operations in dense forests, the task at hand had them sitting in the velvet seats of a small, dimly lit cinema. The musty smell of popcorn and the faint hum of a soda machine were strange accompaniments to the task, but Krueger, Nikto, and König had done far stranger things in the line of duty.

Their mission was clear: eliminate a target. The man they were after, a former scientist who had leaked sensitive military information, had gone rogue. He knew too much, and his loyalty had proven questionable. Tonight, they were to end him quietly in the most unlikely of places — a movie theater. The venue was packed with civilians, which meant this was to be a delicate job. No flashy gunfire, no loud takedowns, just precision.

However, things took an unexpected turn as soon as the team located the target.

"He's heading into the next theater," König murmured, his hulking figure keeping to the shadows of the cinema's lobby.

Krueger, standing beside him, glanced at the ticket stub clutched in the target's hand. "Horror movie," he grumbled under his breath. "Perfect."

Nikto, who was standing slightly apart, tensed as he heard the words. Horror movie? He wasn't exactly a fan. In fact, he had a complicated relationship with them, one he'd rather not think about right now. But there was no room for backing out. He gave a curt nod, not betraying the unease bubbling under his calm exterior.

"Let's follow him," Krueger said. He led the way as they made their way into the theater.

As they entered, the dimly lit room bathed them in the flickering light of trailers. The rows of seats stretched before them, most of them already filled with people munching on snacks and waiting for the film to start. Their target had settled himself a few rows ahead, alone but alert, occasionally glancing over his shoulder.

The team moved carefully, spreading out just enough to keep the man within sight while not drawing attention. König's massive form squeezed into one of the seats in the back, while Krueger slid into a seat a few rows down, trying to look like just another moviegoer. Nikto took a spot two seats behind their target, the closest to him. His mask would help obscure his face, but it also made him stand out. He pulled his hood up and sank into his seat, hoping that in the dim light, no one would notice.

Nikto focused on the mission, but as the horror movie's opening scene began, his attention started to drift. The eerie music, the long pauses, the quiet moments building up to an inevitable jump scare — they all gnawed at him. He shifted in his seat, trying to suppress the growing discomfort. He was a soldier. He'd been through some of the worst scenarios imaginable. And yet, something about horror films always unsettled him.

He didn't want Krueger or König to notice his unease, so he remained still, his eyes fixated on the screen, though every muscle in his body was tense.

Krueger, watching from his spot, sensed something off. He glanced over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of Nikto. In the faint light, Nikto looked like he was trying a bit too hard to blend in. There was a subtle tension in the way he sat, his gloved hands gripping the armrests just a little too tightly.

Amused, Krueger smirked to himself but kept his eyes on the mission. He couldn't afford to be distracted now, no matter how funny he found Nikto's reaction to the movie.

The screen flickered with a gruesome scene, accompanied by a loud, sharp noise that made half the audience jump. Nikto swallowed hard, his heart pounding a little faster than he'd like to admit. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay calm. He wasn't going to let a stupid movie get under his skin — especially not when Krueger was nearby. If Krueger ever found out about this, he'd never hear the end of it.

The tension in the theater mirrored the tension in Nikto's chest as the target shifted in his seat, clearly nervous. He was waiting for something, but so were they. The trick was to find the right moment. The target couldn't be spooked too early, or the whole operation would be blown.

Another jump scare hit, and Nikto instinctively jolted, though he quickly recovered, hoping no one had noticed. He could almost feel Krueger's smirk even without looking.

As the movie progressed, the team's patience was wearing thin. The target wasn't making any sudden moves, but neither was he providing them the perfect opportunity to strike. He was too public, too aware of his surroundings. Meanwhile, the film grew more intense. More screams, more gore, and more eerie music filled the space. Every few minutes, Nikto's pulse would quicken as the movie expertly played with tension, keeping him on edge.

Krueger, however, had a front-row seat to Nikto's internal struggle. It wasn't often he saw Nikto flinch, but tonight, it was like watching a different side of his partner, and Krueger couldn't resist the urge to tease him later.

For now, they had a job to do.

Suddenly, their target shifted in his seat, standing up. The movie was reaching its climax — a violent, chaotic scene with loud screams and flashing lights. In the commotion, the man slipped toward the exit at the back, trying to escape unnoticed.

König saw him move first. He straightened in his seat, signaling to the others.

Nikto stood, his mind switching from the tension of the film to the seriousness of the mission. Krueger nodded, following the man as he quietly slipped out of the theater. The perfect distraction.

They followed the target into the hallway, where the din of the movie muffled any sound of footsteps. Nikto's heart pounded, but this time, it wasn't from fear of the movie. He had his eyes locked on their prey, ready to take him down.

The moment came in the quiet lobby, where the target paused, checking his surroundings. Nikto and Krueger moved in sync, while König blocked the exit, keeping any witnesses away.

The target barely had time to react before Nikto was on him, grabbing him from behind and pulling him into the shadows. Krueger moved with lethal precision, silencing the man with a swift motion, ending the mission as quietly as it had begun. No mess, no panic. Just cold efficiency.

Once the job was done, the three operatives stood in the dim light of the empty corridor. Nikto exhaled deeply, trying to shake off the residual adrenaline from both the mission and the unsettling movie.

Krueger, sensing the tension finally break, gave Nikto a knowing look. "You okay there? You seemed... jumpy." His voice was low, teasing, but not unkind.

Nikto glared at him from behind his mask, his pride wounded. "I'm fine," he grumbled, though the heat of embarrassment crawled up his neck.

König, standing off to the side, had missed the entire exchange, too focused on making sure no one saw the cleanup. But Krueger wasn't about to let it go. As they left the theater, heading back to their extraction point, Krueger leaned closer to Nikto, his voice a low murmur only Nikto could hear.

"Next time, maybe we should skip the horror films, huh?"

Nikto didn't respond, but he gave Krueger a light shove, his own silent way of telling him to drop it. Krueger's soft chuckle echoed in the night air as they disappeared into the darkness, mission complete.