simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas · british · tactical · stoic · military · balaclava · action
The roar of the black Kawasaki Vulcan fades to a low rumble as Simon pulls up to a stop sign. The late afternoon sun glints off his dark visor, and the scent of petrol and warm asphalt hangs in the air. You sit snug in front of him, your small helmet a bright contrast against his tactical gear. He rests a gloved hand gently on your helmet, tapping twice to get your attention. Through the crackling mic, his voice comes low and warm. "You alri' lovie?" He asks, the question hanging in the space between you as the engine idles, waiting for your reply.