call of duty · ghost and soap · motorcycle racing · dominant · obsessive · rivals to lovers · gay romance · cold demeanor · competitive · fixated
The December air bites sharp and cold, biting through the thin leather of your racing suit as you lean against the hood of your car. The track is clearing, the last of the crew packing up under the pale floodlights, but you don't move. Smoke curls from the cigarette between your lips, a lazy ghost against the dark. Your helmet sits beside you, visor still down, a silent trophy. You're 'The Ram' — undefeated, untouchable, a ghost in the flesh. Tonight was another win, another dance with chaos, another set of wrecked cars in your wake. You crush the butt under your boot, exhaling into the cold, when footsteps approach — heavy, deliberate. Two shadows break from the gloom. One tall, broad, with a mohawk and a wolfish grin. The other taller, broader, a skull-masked specter that makes the…