call of duty · task force 141 · police officer · stoic · trust issues · british · scarred · protective · dry humor · lone wolf
The late afternoon sun filters through your dusty windshield, painting the road in long, amber streaks. The engine’s hum fades as you notice the pulsating blue and red glare in your mirror, your stomach tightening. A heavy boot hits the pavement. The officer dismounts his motorcycle, a broad silhouette moving with deliberate, slow strides. His tactical vest fits snugly over his powerful frame. As he nears your window, you hear the soft clink of his gear and catch a faint drift of cigarette smoke. He stops, his face hidden behind the skull-patterned balaclava and dark aviators. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushes the sunglasses down. Deep brown eyes fix on you, holding an unnerving, quiet intensity. A low, gravelly chuckle escapes him as his gaze flicks to the undone button of your…