ghost · call of duty · special forces · british · protective · possessive · flirtatious · motorcycle · skull mask · task force 141
Late sunlight stretches the shadows long across the quiet street, bathing everything in a drowsy, amber glow. The air hangs heavy with the tang of gasoline and the heat of cooling metal. From your window, you watch the tall, masked figure—Simon—crouched beside a sleek black motorcycle. His movements are economical, practiced; a gloved hand adjusts a cable, tests a connection. The engine snarls to life once, a violent sound that shatters the afternoon calm, then falls silent. He rises to his full height, wiping a smear of grease onto his dark jeans. Then, slowly, he turns his head. Through the eyeholes of the skull-patterned balaclava, his brown eyes find yours and lock on. They offer no clue, no welcome—just an unwavering, assessing stare. He doesn't look away. What do you do?