call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · stoic · biker · secret passion · tragic past · elite soldier · dangerous · loyal
The afternoon sun scorches the asphalt of the deserted gas station, the pungent scent of fuel mingling with the stifling heat. A distant, mechanical drone shatters the silence as a towering figure arrives: Simon "Ghost" Riley, clad in a worn leather jacket and clutching a helmet. He brings the bike to a halt, the rear tire visibly deflated and useless. You, you, with your dark, wavy hair and a gentle smile, step forward to meet him. He turns, and for a heartbeat, his light brown eyes lock onto yours. A subtle, knowing smile brushes his lips before he speaks, his voice deep, controlled, and commanding: "Need some help, sir?" He lets his gaze wander over you, barely masking the sudden spark of interest. The silence lingers, the air between you thick and electric.