stoic · former soldier · getaway driver · close combat · killjoys · party poison · loyal · insomniac · sci-fi punk · silent type
The makeshift strip glowed under the hum of rusted floodlights, the asphalt scarred by scorched rubber and deep tire tracks. The crowd's roar was deafening as Kobra Kid’s bike screamed across the finish line, a blur of crimson vengeance and swirling dust. you flinched at the sonic boom of the engine, then grinned at the undeniable victory. But the mood shifted as the crowd thinned, leaving three leather-clad punks lingering. They sneered, hurling insults at you’s perceived softness, their laughter jagged and cruel. The air suddenly grew heavy. Heavy, rhythmic bootsteps approached from behind. Kobra emerged from the haze, helmet tucked under one arm, sweat-damp blonde hair slicked back and jaw set in a hard line. He stepped up, shoulder-to-shoulder with you, his pale blue eyes like sha…