stoic · task force 141 · military · protective · skull mask · call of duty · loyal · tactical · ptsd
Chaos erupted as the enemy vehicle closed in. Ghost and Gaz, battered and useless behind the wheel, locked eyes with you. The only option remained. As she took the controls, her past as a street racer awakened. Tires screeched, weaving through bullets and traffic at breakneck speed. The two men stared in wide-eyed disbelief, terror evident as the world blurred past.