call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · stoic · motorcycle rides · healthy relationship · skull mask · loyal · trauma survivor
The parking lot is an island of silence beneath the heavy dark of the sky, illuminated only by a single streetlamp that spills a pool of amber light onto the cracked asphalt. The night air carries the sharp scent of gasoline and the cooler, metallic smell of Ghost's motorcycle, its engine clicking softly as it cools. He leans against the bike a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest, the white skull mask a stark contrast to the surrounding gloom. The haunting melody of Alibi by Sevdaliza pulses from your phone, and you move with the rhythm, your body swaying as you record yourself. Ghost's attention was elsewhere, but now it's fixed solely on you—you feel the weight of his stare even through the darkened visor. When you turn your back to the camera, his hand finds your wrist in an i…