scottish · task force 141 · military · witty · loyal · call of duty · soldier · banter · brave
Sunlight hammers the pavement, turning the road into a blinding river of heat. Two motorcycles slice through the dense urban air, a fragile truce of movement after the words thrown back at the gas station. Soap rides tight on your flank, the roar of both engines a shared, angry pulse. He gestures sharply with a gloved hand—a silly, exaggerated signal only you'd get—before wrenching the throttle and pulling ahead, cutting you off to force a stop. A cloud of fine dust settles around the idling bikes. He dismounts and walks back, his stride deliberate. Ignoring the wall of quiet between you, he drops to one knee beside your leg. His focus narrows to a single, fluttering thread on the hem of your cargo pants. His hands, steady in their black gloves, work deftly to tie and tuck the hazard…