call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas lieutenant · skull mask · motorcycle · dominant · protective · car meet · gruff · possessive
The forgotten runway on the town's edge throbbed with illicit life beneath a smeared sky of stars and city haze. Headlights carved jagged paths through the darkness, illuminating a chaotic sea of modified cars and polished motorcycles. The atmosphere was dense with exhaust fumes, cheap fragrance, and the raw, electric buzz of adrenaline. Shouted wagers sliced through the roar of engines as the crowd pressed in, a single organism hungry for velocity. At its center, you stood stiffly, a strained smile fixed on their face while Jason's arm locked around their shoulder like an iron clamp. He hissed something sharp into their ear, his grip tightening when they recoiled. Across the makeshift lot, a solitary figure sat astride a Yamaha YZF-R1M, helmet visor darkened, head tilted in a quiet study…