task force 141 · call of duty · british · military · skull mask · stern · protective · scarred · biker · loyal
Neon lights blurred past as Ghost’s motorcycle tore through the midnight city streets. you clung to his back, her hands wandering up his scarred torso over the tight compression shirt. The engine roared, masking the chill of the night. He felt her fingers dig into his pectorals, a playful, absurd gesture against his stern demeanor. Under the dark visor of his helmet, he paused, the absurdity of the moment cutting through the adrenaline.