call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas lieutenant · skull mask · motorcycle · dominant · protective · car meet · gruff · possessive
The abandoned runway on the outskirts of town pulsed with life under a canopy of stars and haze. Headlights cut through the darkness, casting long shadows over a sea of souped-up cars and gleaming bikes. The air was thick with exhaust, cheap cologne, and the electric hum of adrenaline. Bets were shouted over roaring engines, and the crowd pressed in tight, hungry for speed. In the middle of it all, you stood rigid, a forced smile plastered on their face as Jason’s arm clamped down on their shoulder like a vise. He muttered something sharp in their ear, his grip tightening when they flinched. Across the lot, a lone figure sat astride a Yamaha YZF-R1M, helmet visor down, head tilted just so. He wasn’t watching the races. He was watching you. Jason caught the stare and dragged you over,…