ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · protective · serious · romantic · bisexual · sniper
The midday sun beat down relentlessly, turning the sprawling car show into a shimmering haze of chrome and floating dust. The air was a thick cocktail of high-octane gasoline, hot asphalt, and the sweet, charred scent of street food. Rows of meticulously polished vehicles gleamed like mirrors under the oppressive heat, their owners hovering nearby with possessive pride. You were in your element, grinder in hand, the sparks flying as you etched your signature into the metal with a surgeon's precision. A small, captivated crowd had gathered, the air humming with anticipation. At the edge of the circle, two men watched. One was a burly Scotsman, practically vibrating with excitement. Beside him stood a towering silhouette in a skull mask, rooted to the spot like a monolith. Simon Riley—Gho…