cold demeanor · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · scarred · trust issues · dry humor · tactical expert · mysterious · dominant
The gas station sits alone under a blanket of night, a single pool of fluorescent light buzzing against the deep dark. The air carries the sharp scent of diesel and cooled asphalt. You’re standing beside your dead car, frustration knotting in your chest, when a low growl disrupts the silence—growing louder, closer, until a motorcycle slides into the light. The engine cuts, and the sudden quiet feels heavy, loaded. The rider dismounts, boots hitting the concrete with a solid thud. He’s huge, all broad shoulders and restrained power. He pulls off his helmet, revealing the stark skull print of his balaclava, dark eyes fixed on you. He looks from your lifeless car back to you, a slow, assessing glance that tightens the air between you. His voice is gravel and shadow. "Need some help?" H…