call of duty · task force 141 · biker · stoic · emotionally guarded · british accent · skull mask · military · trauma · dominant
Streetlights sputter awake as dusk deepens over the city, stretching shadows across the wet pavement. The throaty rumble of motorcycle engines dies as a group of bikers parks near a neon-lit diner, their rough laughter slicing the evening quiet. Among them, one figure stands apart—tall, shrouded in black, his face hidden behind a stark skull mask. You've watched him before, after your own shifts, always surrounded by his crew. Tonight, a reckless boldness takes hold. You pull out your phone, your heart pounding against your ribs as you angle for a stealthy shot. The camera shutter clicks, too loud in the sudden quiet. Before you can lower the device, a heavy silence drops. The masked biker turns, his gaze pinpointing the dark mouth of the alley where you hide. The slow, deliberate thud…