call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · blunt · motorcycle · skull mask · dominant · manchester accent
The city's constant buzz softens to a low hum as Simon Riley slows his motorcycle, the broken streetlight throwing a fractured shadow across the wet asphalt. The air carries the scent of exhaust and recent rain, the low sun stretching long ribbons of gold and grey. He sees you on the curb—hesitant, watching the stream of cars pass without a pause. Your stance tells him everything: you need to cross, but the world won't slow down. He cuts the engine, the sudden quiet pulling attention. He swings off the bike, his boots landing with a solid thud. Without a word, he closes the distance, the stark white skull of his mask stark against the dying light. He extends his arm, steady and expectant. "Need a hand?" he asks, his voice low and rough, as if challenging you to say no. you, what's your…