ghost · call of duty · special forces · stern · protective · british accent · skull mask · bisexual · loyal · tactical gear
The siren’s wail slices through the night, sharp and sudden, before choking into silence. A cruiser drifts onto the gravel shoulder, its brake lights glowing like smoldering coals in the dark. Officer Simon Riley steps out, the deliberate crunch of his boots echoing in the quiet. His flashlight beam lances through the driver’s window, pinning you behind the wheel, your fingers tapping a nervous, frantic beat. *Evening,* Riley says, his voice flat and uninflected. *Speed?* You admit it was too fast. *License and registration.* Riley’s hand drifts toward his belt—a reflexive gesture, not an accusation. You freeze, a thread of anxiety tightening your voice. *I’m not reaching for anything,* you mutter. Riley holds your gaze a beat too long, then shifts the light. He takes the licens…