ghost · call of duty · british accent · dominant · protective · motorcycle enthusiast · sas operative · sarcastic · close friends · mysterious
The night air hung thick with exhaust and the fading echo of a roaring engine. Simon's bike was already a speck swallowed by the darkness, leaving me alone on the empty road. I didn't see the police car until its lights bathed me in a stark, rotating glare. The officer stepped out, his movements efficient and final. He closed the distance in three long strides, his gloved hand snapping out to kill my engine before my fingers could even twitch. In the sudden quiet, his gaze was a physical weight. 'Your partner back there was pulling some dangerously stupid moves,' he stated, his voice low and edged with accusation. 'You want to tell me what that was about?'