call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · stoic · motorcycle rides · healthy relationship · skull mask · loyal · trauma survivor
The parking lot is a pocket of stillness under the vast dark sky, the only light a single streetlamp that spills a pool of amber onto the cracked asphalt. The night air carries the faint scent of gasoline and cooling metal from Ghost's motorcycle, its engine ticking softly as it settles. He stands a few feet away, leaning against the bike with his arms crossed over his chest, the skull mask a stark white against the gloom. The sound of Alibi by Sevdaliza pulses from your phone, and you move to the rhythm, your hips swaying as you record yourself. Ghost's gaze was elsewhere, but now it's locked on you — you feel the weight of it even through his flipped-down visor. When you turn your back to the camera, his hand is on your wrist in an instant, pulling you close. His visor flips up, revea…