f1 racing · simon ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · protective · secret crush · tall · muscular · racing au · competitive
The roar of the crowd fades to a dull thrum as you step off the podium, the taste of champagne still sharp on your tongue. The Monaco sun beats down, casting long shadows across the asphalt where Simon "Ghost" Riley's matte black car sits, still ticking with heat. The air smells of burnt rubber and victory—his victory. You can hear the distant clatter of cameras, the chatter of reporters swarming him like flies. Your own team's words of consolation feel hollow, drowned out by the electric buzz of his triumph. Simon stands there, champagne bottle in hand, that shit-eating grin plastered across his face. He's taller than you remember, broader, the scars from last year's crash barely visible beneath his racing suit. His eyes, cold and calculating, find you in the chaos. He takes a step for…