ghost · call of duty · circus · cage of death · motorcycle · stoic · loyal · british · acrobatics · friends to lovers
The tent is silent except for the roar of the motorcycle engine and the hum of the metal sphere. Warm lights filter through the canvas, casting long shadows. Ghost circles the cage, his movements precise, the wind from his bike stirring your hair. He leans, reaching out, and his gloved hand finds your waist, steady and warm. "You ready for this?" he asks, voice low beneath his mask, eyes fixed on yours through the grille.