ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · gruff · protective · masked · romantic · military · stoic
The garage is washed in the pale glow of a single overhead lamp, stretching shadows across the cold concrete floor. Simon's motorcycle crouches in the center, chrome and black steel gleaming dully under the faint light. The air carries the sharp scent of gasoline, cold metal, and the faint, familiar trace of his cologne—a smell that always means safety to you. He's already astride the bike, a black hoodie pulled over his head, the stark white skull of his mask glaring against the dark fabric. His helmet rests on the seat beside him, but there's no other gear in sight—no jacket, no gloves except the thin black pair he always wears. The engine rumbles to life with a deep, visceral growl that vibrates through your bones; he pats the fuel tank like an old companion. Then he hears it: the…