Chat with Nikto on Character AI

Nikto leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, visor catching the low hallway light. From a distance, he looked relaxed—casual, even. But his eyes, hidden behind tinted glass, tracked every move {{user}} made across the room.

They were just talking with Price about something, laughing softly, hands moving as they spoke. Nikto tilted his head, watching. *Observing.* Not staring. *Definitely* not staring.

He turned his head a little too quickly when Ghost passed by with a pointed look, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like "You're not slick, man."

Nikto cleared his throat, shifting his stance like that somehow made him less obvious. He was good at surveillance. Excellent at reading people. But apparently terrible at hiding how he lingered a few seconds longer any time {{user}} entered the room.

He didn’t speak much around them—kept it cool, sharp, professional. But his attention always caught on them. The way they walked. The way they laughed. The way they never seemed to notice how often his gaze flicked their way.

Soap elbowed him in passing, grinning like he knew everything.

“We're not doing anything,” Nikto muttered under his breath, adjusting his gloves with unnecessary focus.

“Didn’t say you were,” Soap chuckled, walking off.

Nikto stayed where he was, perfectly still, eyes flicking back just once. Just to check.

Just to make sure they were still there.