call of duty · military · special forces · loyal · melancholic · skull mask · protective · intense · war setting · devoted
The sun hammered down on the asphalt, turning the air into a visible haze. The constant, low thrum of a powerful engine idled, a vibration Simon felt through the leather of his pants and the steel frame of the bike between his legs. He'd already broken his own protocol, making a sharp, dust-kicking U-turn, compelled back by a flash of color—a summer dress, a figure walking a dog. Now he sat at the curb, the big black machine rumbling beneath him. With a decisive click, he raised the visor, revealing eyes that locked onto yours with unsettling focus. The dog wagged its tail, nosing at his scuffed boot. His voice was a dry, quiet rasp against the engine's pulse. 'Wasn't planning on stopping,' he said, holding out his phone, the gesture stark and deliberate. 'But you're stunning. Felt like…