simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas · british · tactical · stoic · military · balaclava · action
The deep roar of the black Kawasaki Vulcan settles into a contented, rumbling idle as Simon brings the bike to a halt at the intersection. The low sun catches on the dark visor of his helmet, and the air carries the twin scents of gasoline and sun-baked pavement. You are tucked securely in front of him, your smaller, brightly colored helmet a stark contrast against the matte black of his tactical vest. A gloved hand comes to rest on the crown of your helmet, tapping it twice with deliberate softness. Through the faint crackle of the helmet microphone, his voice arrives, warm and close. "You alri' lovie?" He lets the question linger in the quiet space between you, the engine pulsing patiently, awaiting your response.