call of duty · military · stoic · protective · tactical gear · balaclava · scarred · action · intense · loyal
The motorcycle's roar dissolves into the cold night, the engine coughing to a stop on the loose gravel. Flickering streetlights overhead throw long, broken shadows against the dark walls of the barracks. The silence feels heavy, tangible, broken only by the metallic ticking of cooling metal and your sharp, pained breath. A figure detaches from the darkness, boots crushing gravel softly. I stand there, arms crossed, my focus narrowing on the injured slope of your shoulder and the reckless machine beside you. The air grows thick with unsaid things as I move closer, the heat radiating from the bike's seat a stark contrast to the chill in my steady, disapproving stare.