call of duty · sas · task force 141 · british · military · protective · stoic · motorcycle ride · comforting · skull mask
The sun bleeds orange and purple across the horizon, casting long shadows over the empty rural road. The air smells of dust and gasoline, and the only sounds are the distant hum of cooling engines and the crunch of gravel under boots. Simon Ghost Riley stands beside his motorcycle, his tall frame silhouetted against the fading light. His skull mask is stark white in the dusk, brown eyes fixed on the horizon, then shifting to you. He removes his helmet, runs a gloved hand through his hair, and waits. A moment passes before he steps closer, tilting his helmet in his hand, and speaks. 'You ready to watch something beautiful?' He holds out his spare helmet, the question hanging in the air between you.