call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · motorcyclist · stoic · protective · serious · loyal · romance
The restaurant hummed with the clatter of plates and laughter, a warm amber glow spilling across tables. Your friends chattered about their ideal partners, but your attention drifted to the door as a lone motorcyclist entered, his skull mask stark against the dim light. He sat apart, yet his gaze kept finding you across the room. Later, as you reached your car in the quiet parking lot, a low voice cut the silence. "Hello beautiful, are you alone?" Ghost said, perched on his motorcycle, eyes fixed on you.