Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 3 Nikolai Novels & Stories

He threw Micheal a plain look before turning to the young boy, "Thanks, buddy. I'll be there in a bit." He said in a calm voice even though his heart was pumping wildly and his shaft was throbbing painfully against his zipper. "Let's create new memories after practice." He turned to Joane and stretched his hand for her to take. "Why do I have a feeling you're an asshole?" Joane asked in a teasing tone. "You're wrong. I'm a gentleman. Now, come." ************* Nikolai had changed into his all-black suit for his current role as a punisher In a mafia series.

I can't fall apart. “So damn–” He stops mid-sentence when the rail gate rattles. We both freeze. If it was more of them… Aleksei was hurt. He couldn’t fight. I would have to. “Claire, stay back.” He shoves me away. I land hard beside the leg of the first corpse. “It’s me, Zver.” Niko’s voice rolls in, knocking the air back into my lungs. He isn't alone. Three men in tactical black storm in, rifles ready.

I say, trying to introduce some semblance of civility, “This is Nikolaos, my brother.” She hesitates for a moment before managing a weak, “Hello.” Niko tilts his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “So, you’re the mysterious ghost from Russia? You certainly don’t resemble anyone significant, especially not someone like Mikhail.” A shadow crossed Anika’s face. The briefest hesitation, the subtlest shift in her posture. It didn’t go unnoticed. Niko leans in close to her, his voice dripping with cruelty. “You know, I took great pleasure in ending that fucker’s life for what he did to my Mia. The way he begged...” He pauses, savoring the memory, “It was music to my ears.”

He turned to Roman who stood behind him, "Keep him alive. Make sure he doesn’t die until I say so." Roman bowed silently. "Yes, sir." Nikolai retrieved his jacket, sliding it on and walking to the door, his footsteps echoing in the silent warehouse. At the door, he paused, like someone who had changed his mind and turned slightly, his ocean blue eyes glinting in the dim light. "Feed him to the piranhas," Nikolai announced shocking the man who out of fear pissed his pants. And with that Nikolai left the warehouse, the man's screams trailing behind him.

“Marco’s down. Non-lethal for now. Eli’s safe. Any more hostiles?” Lena motioned to her men. Two of them moved forward and secured Marco, zip-tying his hands and checking his wound. The others spread out, clearing the rest of the garage level. “We took out the last of them upstairs,” Lena reported. “The building is secure for now. But we lost three good men. Nikolai’s team was elite.” Eli lifted his head from Cove’s chest, still shaking. “Is it over? Can we go home?” Lena looked at him with something close to respect. “For this floor, yes. But the war isn’t over. Nikolai is still out there.”

Nikolai Volkov, second-in-command of the Bratva, always answered the same way—flat, unimpressed, like Alessandro was wasting his time. Alessandro smirked. “Let’s keep this short, Nikolai. I don’t have all night.” Nikolai let out a low chuckle, devoid of humor. “No pleasantries? You did blow up four of our warehouses.” Alessandro swirled the whiskey in his glass. “You say that like it wasn’t deserved.” Silence. Then, Nikolai’s voice sharpened. “You’ve made enemies, Moretti.” Alessandro’s grip on the glass tightened. “I was born with them.”

Liora's POV The goodbye felt heavier this time. Nikolai stood in the foyer at midnight, dressed in full tactical gear, the scar on his shoulder hidden beneath layers of armor. His eyes were steel — cold, focused, ready for war. But when they landed on me and Alora, something softer flickered through them. Alora clung to my leg, sensing the danger in the air. “Mr. Nikolai… come back fast, okay?” He crouched down and pulled her into a careful hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I promise, little star. I’ll come back to you.”

Everything shines, ready. Control panels blink red and blue. Ten men inside already. All in black. All moving fast, no one looks at me. It is like I am invisible. Nikolai sits in the center chair. A big black leather. The chain is short. I drop to my knees beside him but the floor is cold. Well better stay that way than let him bark on me. He touches a small black earpiece. His voice sharp, calm as he give out real orders. “Sector three, hold fire until grid four two. Sector five, suppress the left flank now. Thermal sweep the tree line; mark and confirm count. Sniper team Alpha, take high value runners first. No one past the inner fence. Repeat, no one past the inner fence.”

“What do you mean?” He let out a slow breath, putting the photo down. “Years ago, before I worked for your father, I was involved in a covert operation. Private contractors—mercenaries, mainly. We took on jobs no one else wanted. Our motto was, ‘the game isn’t over.’ It reminded us that death doesn’t end a war; it just changes who’s playing.” Marco’s brow creased. “You think one of them survived?” “One did,” Nikolai said darkly. “And if he’s back… it’s because he wants something I still have.”

I spat, causing his sharp jawline to twitch. Getting my arm yanked by James, he whispered harshly, “ That is our head Commander, Nikolai Romonav, you insolent female.” Giving him a stoic glare, I shrugged. “I shot him four times, he's not that much of a badass,” I sassed, hearing gasps from the other one I had shot, called Marcus. Glancing back at Nikolai, I raised my brow, seeing his tan bare tattooed chest and him only wearing a pair of gray sweatpants.