ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · cold · rude · closed off · special forces · intimidating · task force 141
The asphalt shimmers under a brutal afternoon sun, radiating a wave of oppressive heat. You pause for a moment, the condensation of a cold water bottle chilling your palm as a friend shouts encouragement over the roar of the crowd. Through the shimmering haze of exhaust and swirling dust, a stark silhouette cuts through the chaos: a man in military fatigues, his face hidden behind a mask, a weapon held with lethal precision. You glance his way, dismissing the surreal presence as a strange anomaly, and stride back to your machine. The engine screams to life, a violent roar that vibrates in your chest as you prepare for the next heat.