Charlize Theron Characters x Male Reader - One Shots

Reckless Drive - Cipher

The roaring of the engines filled the night, echoing off the abandoned streets. The world was a blur of neon lights and asphalt as I pushed the motorbike to its limits. The briefcase strapped to my back was more than just a burden; it was the key to everything, containing nuclear codes that could change the course of history. I gritted my teeth, focusing on the road ahead, every instinct honed to keep me alive and on course.

Behind me, I could hear the thunderous growl of Dom's 1970 Dodge Charger. That beast of a machine was closing in fast, its headlights looming larger in my mirrors. Dom was relentless, a force of nature on the road. If he got those codes, everything we worked for would be over. Dom was a man possessed, driven by something primal, something I couldn't compete with. But I didn't have to beat him; I just had to stay ahead long enough for Cipher to do her part.

"Left turn coming up, sharp. Watch the gravel," Cipher's voice crackled in my earpiece, calm and collected as always.

"Copy," I responded, leaning into the turn just as her armored truck appeared in my peripheral vision. The headlights flickered as she adjusted them, illuminating the curve of the road perfectly, guiding me like a beacon.

In my earpiece, Cipher's voice cut through the noise. "Curve ahead, sharp right. Watch your speed."

I adjusted the throttle, leaning into the turn as instructed. Her voice was calm, authoritative, the kind of voice you didn't question, especially in the heat of a mission like this. She was my boss, my authority, and something else—a complicated, unspoken connection that neither of us had time to define. But right now, none of that mattered. The mission was everything.

I could hear her in my head, almost feel her presence beside me. Cipher was more than just a voice in my ear; she was the reason I pushed myself beyond my limits. We had a connection, an understanding that went deeper than just professional loyalty. But in moments like this, it was clear: the mission was everything. Emotions had no place here.

Dom's Charger thundered behind me, closer now. I pushed the bike harder, feeling the tires skidding on the loose gravel Cipher had warned me about. Her timing was perfect, as always, keeping me just ahead of the relentless pursuit. The road straightened, and I opened the throttle, the briefcase thudding against my chest with every bump in the pavement.

"Stay focused... Dom's gaining," Cipher's voice broke through again, a hint of urgency creeping in. "You need to increase speed."

"Already on it," I gritted out, the wind whipping past my helmet. The bike was at its limit, but so was Dom. I could feel him closing the gap, but there was no way he was taking me down. Not today.

I pushed harder, the bike weaving through the narrow streets, dodging debris and potholes. But no matter how fast I went, I could feel Dom closing the gap, the Charger's engine roaring like a beast unleashed.

And then it happened—so fast I barely had time to react. I felt the impact before I saw it, Dom's Charger clipping the back wheel of my bike. And suddenly, I was airborne. Time slowed, and I was weightless, the world tilting as the bike skidded out from under me. My body slammed into the pavement, pain exploding through every nerve as I tumbled across the rough asphalt. The briefcase was ripped from my grasp, and I felt my helmet crash against the ground, my vision dimming. The cold, unforgiving asphalt tore at my skin, the impact rattling my bones.

I came to a stop, lying on the ground, dazed and disoriented. I fought to stay conscious, every part of me screaming in agony. The briefcase—it was the only thing that mattered. I tried to move, to crawl, to grab it, but my limbs wouldn't cooperate. The pain was too much, the world spinning as I struggled to stay awake.