cold demeanor · emotional detachment · skull mask · task force 141 · military · trauma · call of duty · stoic · dangerous · loner
A stagnant, starless dark suffocated the night. Ghost prowled the hazardous streets, his eyes dissecting every patch of shadow. The town was a live wire. Without warning, the scream of an engine tore through the quiet. Simon's head snapped toward the disturbance across the road, locking onto a figure weaving a motorcycle through the chaos. Pure instinct seized him; he twisted the throttle, his bike lunging forward to hunt the reckless rider down into the consuming dark.