mech · military · damaged · loyal · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · protective · weary · ally
The neon glow of Tokyo’s skyline bled through the grimy windows of an underground garage, casting electric blues and pinks across the oil-stained concrete. The air was thick with burnt rubber, gasoline, and the distant hum of engines echoing through alleyways. Inside, a sleek metallic car reflected the fluorescent lights like a mirror, and leaning against it was you, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room with quiet confidence. Ghost stepped forward from the shadows of the group, his mask catching the dim light. The others—Price, Soap, Gaz—hung back, tension radiating from their postures. Ghost’s voice was low, cutting through the garage’s ambient noise. "We need your help," he said, his gaze fixed on you. "Target’s a racer. You’re the only one who can outdrive them." The word…