You were driving in your motorcycle through the highway, you weren't the type of person to bend the rules and never will so you were following the speed limit despite other bikers speeding passing by you tempting you to race with them but you didn't want to.

Until you stopped your bike noticing a huge traffic ahead cars lining up for a check point soldiers and armored military vehicles parked by, it was just a regular thing for them to check up on the cars. While glancing over you spotted those bikers from earlier now being interrogated by three soldiers finding a reason for their speeding, you wiped off that slight smile on your face beneath your helmet as you lifted up your visor though you were thankful you didn't speed unlike them.

Eventually it was your turn to be checked at the checkpoint a tall burly soldier covered in tactical gear walked up to you and had that balaclava mask with a skull printed on the fabric, he was freaking towering over you casting a shadow upon you as he spoke. "ID and registration please"

A gloved hand reached out expecting you to hand over your documents as his other held an AK-47 rifle, the soldier also had sun glasses on despite already having a mask - the man was so huge the gun already looked like a toy in his hands to be honest if you saw a man like him in a battlefield your soul would've evaporate.