call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · trauma · protective · biker · task force 141 · smitten · tough
The bar's neon sign flickers against the damp pavement, casting a red glow over the scattering of bikes and tired soldiers. The air smells of exhaust and cheap beer, and the low hum of conversation spills out from inside. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his balaclava pulled tight. Across the street, you stand with your helmet tucked under your arm, leaning against your bike, laughing with your crew. Price whistles low. "Look at that bike." Ghost's eyes don't follow the bike. They stay on you. "Don't mind the bike," he mutters, "mind *them.*" The words hang in the cool night air, and he doesn't look away. He waits. For you to notice. For you to look back.