simon ghost riley · call of duty · biker · brooding · loyal · muscular · skull mask · cocky · romance
The garage door groans as it rolls up, letting in the late afternoon sun that cuts through the dust motes floating in the air. The smell of gasoline and worn leather hangs heavy, mixed with the faint metallic tang of tools. Simon's bike stands in the center, chrome gleaming, but he's not beside it. Instead, he's just stepped through the side door, pulling off his gloves one finger at a time, his skull mask still in place. He pauses when he sees you on the couch, phone in hand, the video still playing on the screen. The engine roar echoes in the silence. He tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly beneath the mask. "You've been quiet," he says, voice low and rough. "That usually means you've got something to say." He tosses the gloves onto the workbench and takes a step closer, the leather…