Simon "Ghost" Riley oneshots

Haunted (smut)

My haunted lungs,
Ghost in the sheets,
I know If I'm haunting you,
You must be haunting me..

Los Angeles was eerily silent under the shroud of the moonless night, its usual cacophony replaced by a disquieting calm. The city's towering silhouettes blurred past as your crimson Ferrari tore down the deserted road, its engine a throaty roar slicing through the quiet. You gripped the wheel with white-knuckled desperation, the lines between prey and predator blurring in your mind. A spy on the run, from him. The Ghost. A relentless specter of vengeance chasing you down.

Glancing into the rearview mirror, your heart seized as his black Hummer loomed larger, a hulking shadow gaining on you. You slammed the pedal to the floor, coaxing every ounce of speed from the Ferrari's frame. The engine screamed in protest as the car surged forward, but it wasn't enough. With terrifying precision, his Hummer closed the distance and rammed into the Ferrari's side, the impact sending a shockwave through your body. The sleek red machine swerved violently, tires screeching against the asphalt. The chase was no longer a game, it was a battle for survival.

"Fuck!" you hissed through clenched teeth as the Ferrari lost control, spinning wildly before screeching to a halt. The world tilted for a dizzying second, and when it righted, you found yourself face-to-face with the beast, his black Hummer growling like a predator ready to strike.

Heart hammering, you slammed the gear into reverse, the Ferrari lurching backward at full speed with his Hummer following inches apart. Your hands gripped the wheel with brutal force, knuckles pale under the strain, as the deserted road blurred into streaks of shadow and light. But he followed, relentless. The Hummer's headlights bore down on you, twin orbs of menace cutting through the dark.

Then you saw it, his face, or what little of it he allowed. Beneath the skull mask, his eyes burned with an unholy intensity, and that smirk... It was as if the chase thrilled him, as if this was all a game he intended to win. The sight sent a chill racing down your spine, a visceral reminder that you weren't just running from a man, you were running from a hunter.

Your mind raced as fast as your car trying to maintain your distance from his Hummer. You couldn't outrun him, not like this. Ahead, the road curved sharply, a wicked hairpin turn that could be your salvation, or your doom. Teeth gritted, you made your choice. With a sudden push of the pedal, you stopped the Ferrari. The decision was made. Now, instead of running, you were charging straight at him.

The Hummer didn't flinch, nor did the man behind the wheel. He held his ground, his smirk deepening as though daring you to try. You braced yourself, adrenaline roaring through your veins as the Ferrari roared forward. At the last second, you swerved hard, the Ferrari sliding past the Hummer in a hairbreadth maneuver, its side grazing his with a metallic shriek.

You didn't look back. The road stretched ahead, and you gunned the Ferrari, praying the maneuver had bought you enough time. Behind you, the Hummer roared like an angry beast, and you knew the chase wasn't over, not by a long shot.

The Ferrari tore past the Hummer in a blur, but your victory was short-lived. The road narrowed ahead, hemmed in by sheer concrete walls on either side. Your breath hitched as you yanked the wheel, trying to avoid slamming into His Hummer as it roared past, its taillights burning like embers in the dark.

But it was too late. The Ferrari skidded, tires screeching, before the side of the car collided with the wall in a deafening crash. The impact jolted through you like a lightning bolt, and the airbag erupted, slamming into your face and cutting off your vision with a blinding burst of white.

For a moment, the world was silent but for the hiss of the deflating airbag and the pounding of your heart. When you forced the door open and stumbled out of the crumpled Ferrari, the Hummer had already stopped, its reverse lights glowing ominously as it began backing up toward you.