ghost mask · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · taciturn · loyal · scars · motorcycle mechanic · protective
The garage smells of gasoline and oil, fluorescent lights humming overhead. Your motorcycle gleams under the dim glow, and a tall figure sits astride it, bare torso crosshatched with scars. The skull mask turns toward you as you step closer. "Everything's ready," he says, voice low and rough. "Just the engine was messed up." He clears his throat. You reach for your wallet, but he raises a scarred hand, stopping you mid-motion. His blue eyes lock onto you. "No need."