Nikto and Krueger [Call of Duty AI Generated Stories]

Haunting King: A Nikto and Krueger Story

The sun hung low over the horizon, casting a blood-orange glow across the rugged terrain. Krueger was on a relatively straightforward mission—a quick recon and retrieval with Horangi—one of those operations that required little more than basic teamwork and silence. For Krueger, it was a rare moment of quiet amidst the chaos of war, though his mind rarely rested, especially when Nikto wasn't by his side.

Horangi moved beside him with the ease of a seasoned operative, but there was a slight edge to his usual aloof demeanor today. After a stretch of silence, Horangi finally spoke up, his voice low but pointed, "Nikto's been... acting off."

Krueger's focus shifted immediately, his eyes narrowing behind his mask. "What do you mean?" His tone was sharp, though he kept walking, masking the sudden rise of concern that was beginning to churn in his gut.

Horangi adjusted the grip on his rifle, glancing at Krueger from the side. "I'm not sure. But every time you're not around, he gets... strange. Like his head's not in the game. Jumpy, more paranoid than usual." Horangi paused before adding, "It's worse lately."

Krueger stopped in his tracks, processing the information. Nikto was always hyper-aware of his surroundings, always cautious—paranoia was part of who he was. But this? This sounded different. Something darker. And Horangi wasn't one to exaggerate.

"Does he say anything?" Krueger asked, his voice controlled but tense.

Horangi shook his head. "No. He shuts down if anyone gets too close. But König's been spending a lot of time around him."

At the mention of König's name, Krueger's jaw clenched, a surge of anger and protectiveness swelling in his chest. König had always had a strange fixation on Nikto. He pushed boundaries, sometimes too far, almost as if testing him. Krueger's first instinct was to confront König directly, but he knew that wouldn't get him the answers he needed—not yet.

"Where's Nikto now?" Krueger demanded, his patience fraying.

"Back at base," Horangi replied. "But... you should go. Something doesn't feel right."

Krueger didn't need further convincing. Without another word, he broke into a sprint toward the rendezvous point, urgency driving his every step. His thoughts raced alongside him. What had König done this time? And more importantly, why hadn't Nikto told him? The distance between them suddenly felt unbearable, and Krueger's gut twisted with fear and frustration.

Meanwhile, back at the base, the air felt heavy, suffocating even, in the dimly lit room where König loomed over Nikto. The larger man's voice dripped with casual malice, recounting stories Nikto had spent years trying to forget.

"You ever think about it, Nikto?" König asked, his tone darkly teasing as he circled around him. "The torture. The experiments. What they did to you, piece by piece."

Nikto sat still, his mask concealing the torment twisting his features beneath. His fingers dug into the armrest of the chair as König's words slithered into his mind, triggering memories that he had buried deep—memories of cold steel, sharp blades, and the suffocating isolation of captivity.