call of duty · task force 141 · biker · stoic · emotionally guarded · british accent · skull mask · military · trauma · dominant
The streetlights flicker to life as dusk settles over the city, casting long shadows across the pavement. The rumble of engines fades as a group of bikers dismount near a diner, their laughter and banter cutting through the evening air. Among them, one figure stands apart—tall, clad in black, a skull mask obscuring his face. You've seen him before, after your shifts, always surrounded by his crew. Tonight, emboldened, you pull out your phone, heart hammering as you angle for a quick shot. A click echoes, but before you can lower the device, a thick silence falls. The biker turns, his gaze locking onto the alley where you hide. Heavy boots echo on asphalt, closing in. A gloved hand presses you against the cold brick wall as his deep voice rumbles near your ear. "Looks like I have a prett…