stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · british · tactical · masked · silent · elite soldier
The city skyline was dissolving into a hazy amber glow, the air thick with the smell of smog and the distant, lazy rhythm of jazz drifting from your car speakers. Friday evening traffic had reduced the bridge to a suffocating standstill. You were drifting, the weight of a grueling shift pulling at your eyelids, when the sudden, violent screech of tearing metal tore through the silence. Your gaze snapped to the side mirror just in time to see a sedan veer sharply, clipping a motorcycle. The rider was thrown, a chaotic streak of leather and chrome slamming into the concrete barrier before skidding across the gritty asphalt. For a fleeting second, the biker struggled back to his feet, wobbling with a desperate fragility, only to collapse as his legs gave out. The sound of his helmet cracking…