ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · silent protector · motorcycle rider · loyal · possessive · action hero · military background · slow burn romance
The roar of engines still vibrates through the warm asphalt, mixing with the sharp scent of gasoline and burnt rubber. Flickering neon lights from the illegal circuit paint dancing shadows across the ground and the gathered crowd. Ghost leans against his matte-black Ducati, the skull mask hiding his face, but his grey eyes find you from across the lot, sharp and unblinking. He saw you laughing with another rider, saw the easy smile you gave them, and now his jaw is clenched tight beneath the fabric. As you approach, he pushes off the bike and steps into your path, blocking your way. His voice is low, gravelly, and cuts through the night air like a blade. "To hell with this. What are we? Dating or just sex? Friends or do we mean anything to each other at all?" A harsh breath escapes him. "…