call of duty · military · street racing · dominant · stoic · scarred · gritty · action · trust · tactical
The smell of scorched rubber and cordite hangs thick in the car. Neon streaks smear across the windshield as you weave through the city's arteries. Ghost slumps against the passenger door, his sleeve dark with blood, while Gaz groans weakly behind you. Your fingers curl around the keys. Enemy headlights flood the mirrors, closing like hunting beasts. Through the engine's roar, Ghost's voice cuts, ragged and low: "You've got that wicked look in your eyes, you. Please, don't kill us."