[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

"Angel, I miss you."

Every time we met alone, this was always the first thing he said.

You took his hand and smiled, "Didn't we just break up not long ago?"

You two played games together in the cafeteria this afternoon, and only a few hours have passed.

Nicole responded earnestly, "But it feels like we've been apart for a long time."

He leads the way, holding your hand, while you let him lead you behind him, voicing your inner question.

"Why are you leaving so suddenly? Is there an urgent mission?"

Nicol's deep, resonant voice came from ahead, carried by the cold wind.

"Yes, all teams stationed overseas have been notified to return home immediately."

Urgent need to return to China!?

Your heart skipped a beat. What kind of situation would call back special forces stationed abroad?

You feel uneasy, considering Russia's consistently tough stance.

You want to ask if it will be dangerous, but you feel it's pointless. When you go to the battlefield, how can it not be dangerous?

He didn't explain in detail; it was a secret mission. You couldn't even ask him when he would return, since it was something even he himself couldn't be sure of.

You remained silent, letting him lead you to his room.

Nicoto's room was dimly lit, with only a yellowish nightlight by the bedside. The faint light made everything in the room hazy, neither bright nor dark.

You wonder, "Why aren't the room lights on?"

As soon as you finished speaking, you were enveloped in a strong embrace from behind, the embrace still carrying the chill of the recent cold wind.

Then, with a click, the room lights came on.

The sudden brightness of the light makes your eyes squint uncontrollably.

Nicole held you tightly, the rise and fall of her chest and the pounding of her heart reflected in your back.

His tall frame bent slightly, his masked face buried in the crook of your neck, in your loose hair, his breath gently patting your neck through the fabric and strands of hair.

The intimate gesture made you, with your back to him, unable to resist raising your hand to touch his cheek.

The next second, he obediently rubbed his face against your palm.

"Nikto, are you anxious?"

After spending some time with him, you discover that although Nicoto's main personality mostly appears calm and composed, some of his small actions reveal his underlying emotions.

When happy, it will raise its head, its blue eyes will become bright, and sometimes it will even pat its body or objects repeatedly with its hands.

When feeling down, they stand or sit with their head drooping and back bent, their eyes half-closed and lifeless, and their feet unconsciously grinding or rubbing against the ground.

When they're angry, it's very obvious; their eyes and actions are full of aggression.

But when he's anxious, he likes to hug something, hold a gun and rub it against the barrel, or hug you and gently rub and knead you.

Like a brown bear, although it may appear large and fierce, it can also express its unspeakable emotions through body language.

"Angel, will you forget us?"

His muffled voice came from the crook of your neck, slow but deep.

But his words revealed his worry: that his uncertain departure would make you forget him.

You tilt your head and give him a kiss on his masked face, then gently soothe him.

"No, I believe in your abilities. I will wait for you to come back to me alive."

As an operator in COD19, Nikoto won't die before the game starts, so you believe he'll come back alive from this mission.

Nicole turned you around, hugged you, pressed her forehead against yours, and looked you in the eye with her blue eyes, which were filled with longing.

"yn, my angel, may I leave a mark?"

The close embrace, the burning breath, the ambiguous words made you feel a little nervous and shy.

Even though you knew what would happen if you came to meet him, you still couldn't be natural and proactive, so you just nodded in response.

"can."

Then, we await his next move.

Nothing that was expected happened; Nicoto simply took a familiar jewelry box from his pocket.

Looking at the jewelry box that Ms. Mira had given you in his hand, you suddenly understood what Nicoto's mark meant.

It's the red star ring you rejected before.

But you've already agreed beforehand, so you definitely can't refuse now. You compromise, fine, at worst you can put it on the dog tag too.

But when Nicole opened the jewelry box, it contained not a ring, but an earring.

However, the earrings are shaped like a familiar star with a ruby ​​set in the recess, except that there is a wheat stalk that encircles half of the star.

Nicoto, he turned that women's ring into an earring!

Seeing your surprised expression, Nicholas explained calmly:

“I know you felt that the ring was too meaningful to accept, so I changed it to earrings.”

“Angel, it will only belong to you. If you still can’t accept this, then it’s meaningless.”

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His sincere and humble words softened your expression, and you gave him a gentle smile.

“Nicto, you’ve made it impossible for me to refuse you.”

Nicoto's gaze softened and curved slightly as he raised his hand to tuck the hair behind your ear, revealing your ear hidden beneath your dark hair.

"Then let me... help you put it on, okay?"

You smiled and nodded, but inwardly you were thankful that you had your ears pierced for a mission, otherwise you might have disappointed him.

Nicole took off her gloves, took out the ruby ​​earring from the jewelry box, then removed the earring back, pinched the earring, and inserted the ear post into the small hole in your earlobe.

After putting on the earring, he opened his hand and gently stroked the small red star with his fingertips. The red star on his little finger, after he moved his fingertips away, and the red star on your earlobe, under the light, simultaneously emitted a beautiful halo.

His large, scarred hands gently covered your face, and he murmured absentmindedly.

"I'm sorry for you..."

(So ​​beautiful, my angel...)

"What did you say?"

You look at him with suspicion.

He lowered his fingers, gently lifted your chin, and kissed the tip of your nose through your mask.

"I said... my beautiful angel, accept us all tonight."

The shyness that he had interrupted earlier returned, but it wasn't as intense anymore; her cheeks were just slightly flushed.

You raise your hand, your fingers touching the mask on his face, gradually sliding down, your gaze following your fingers as they move downwards until they gently press against the protrusion on his throat.

Your slightly lowered eyes, set against your flushed cheeks, reveal a captivating charm.

"Do you have the courage... to show your true self, Nicole..."

You didn't respond to him; you simply handed the choice over to him.

Upon hearing this, Nicoto's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he finally grasped your hand and pressed it against your Adam's apple.

After sliding your fingertip back and forth once, the Adam's apple will vibrate once more, followed by a vibration in the throat.

“Nicto was never lacking in courage, but he didn’t easily show his vulnerability.”

"But...you are an exception."

After saying that, he grabbed your hand and pulled it up, using your fingertips to hook the edge of his mask under his eyes, and gradually pulled it down.

His refined face, covered in scars, appears in your sight for the second time. His eyes, as blue as the sea, gaze at you with the same depth as the ocean, calling out to you... to respond to him.

And you, without hesitation, tiptoed to give the scar on his cheek a gentle 'medal'.

“Brave soldier, your vulnerability... I accept it.”

His tense expression finally relaxed, and his thin lips curved into a slight smile. When his bright red lips smiled, they looked playful, adding a touch of vibrancy to his refined face.

His playful smile, tinged with pleasure, drew closer and mischievously knocked on your closed vermilion door.

The familiar scent of oranges wafts over, and as soon as a slightly cool, damp orange segment enters your mouth, you playfully bite it with your teeth. The perfect chewiness and soft hum make you release it with satisfaction.

Next, with each slight chew, new juice flows out, the sweet and sour orange juice weaving a gentle yet powerful vortex in the mouth.

The heavy scent of oranges keeps wafting out, mingling with your breath.

His scarred hands gripped the zipper pull, rubbing it nervously.

[Go on, Nicole, she agreed to it.]

[If you're going to dawdle, let me do it; she'll definitely like me more!]

[Hmph, is it that they can't or don't know how?]

"Stab..."

The sound of something sliding filled the quiet room, followed by the soft thud of fabric falling to the floor.

Your fingertips gently trace the uneven scars that densely cover his muscular body.

Suddenly, your body is lifted into the air, and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck.

"Nikto?"

You call out to him in confusion.

"I'll take you to the bathroom."

You wanted to say that you had already washed, but looking at his expectant eyes, you ultimately didn't say anything.

He held you in his arms, his bare feet touching the cold floor, his strong legs carrying him towards the bathroom in the room.