stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · trust issues · sarcastic · action · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the high school hallway, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sit with two girls, the scratch of pens and rustle of paper the only sounds against the ticking clock. Their questions come like jabs, sharp and probing, until one leans in with a smirk. "You got a boyfriend, you?" You shrug, meeting their gaze with a flat stare. "I got a Riley." Confusion ripples across their faces. "The fuck is a Riley?" Before they can press further, a low rumble builds outside, growing into a thunderous roar that shakes the walls. You grab your bag, the girls scrambling behind you as you step into the corridor. Around the corner, a black Kawasaki Ninja appears, its engine screaming in the enclos…