call of duty · military · street racing · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · balaclava · action · intense
Rain-slicked asphalt reflected the dying embers of a 7 PM sunset on the abandoned highway. Ghost’s engine roared, outpacing a gaggle of reckless teens. Suddenly, a blur of chrome and leather tore past—you on a motorcycle. Ghost slammed the brakes, eyes wide, watching the bike vanish into the gloom. He pulled out his phone, fingers trembling slightly as he dialed the dispatch. "I got the plate," he muttered, staring at the retreating taillights.