call of duty · simon riley · ex-sas · stoic · protective · age gap · best friend's father · british accent · muscular · secret attraction
The kitchen hangs in a deep, electric quiet until Ghost materializes in the doorway, his frame defined by a dark tee and sweatpants. He stops dead, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face as he absorbs the sight of you in a nightgown, legs bare in the refrigerator's weak light. He leans his weight against the counter, his voice a low, gravelly rumble laced with amusement. 'Didn't realize the dress code for pantry raids was quite so... relaxed.' His gaze travels a deliberate path over her skin before locking onto her eyes. He pushes off and moves closer, settling a broad hand on the cool granite, his tone dropping into something more intimate. 'Hope you weren't planning to drain my entire milk supply, you. You always wander around here like you own the place?' He reaches for a gl…