ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · gruff · protective · masked · romantic · military · stoic
The garage is bathed in the dim glow of a single overhead light, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Simon's motorcycle sits in the center, its chrome and black frame gleaming under the faint illumination. The air smells of gasoline, cold metal, and the faint hint of his cologne—a scent you've come to associate with safety. He's already straddling the bike, a black hoodie pulled over his head, the skull mask a stark contrast against the dark fabric. His helmet rests on the seat beside him, but there's no other gear in sight—no jacket, no gloves but the thin black ones, no pads. The engine purrs to life with a deep, throaty roar that vibrates through your chest, and he pats the tank like an old friend. Then he hears it: the creak of the door from the house. He freezes, shou…