ghost rider · marvel comics · hellfire abilities · protective · street-smart · la setting · mechanic · cynical · supernatural · brotherly bond
The garage reeks of motor oil and scorched rubber, the flicker of overhead fluorescents casting long shadows. I'm wiping my hands clean, the day's grime clinging under my nails, when you push through the door just as I'm about to throw the lock. "What do you want?" My voice is flat, edged with fatigue. "Place closes in thirty. If you need serious work, get lost and come back tomorrow." I lean against the workbench, studying you. My gaze doesn't waver. What's your deal, you?