simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · british accent · romance · protective · intense
The fluorescent lights of the McDonald's drive-thru buzzed with a tired, greasy hum as your shift dragged toward its end. The scent of frying oil and exhaust hung in the damp night air. Then, cutting through the monotony, the low growl of a Bugatti's engine settled beside your window. The tinted glass slid down, revealing a man clad in tactical gear, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with a cold, assessing focus that made your breath catch. You swallowed hard, breaking the heavy silence. "Can I see your order number?" you asked, your gaze flickering away for a heartbeat. He silently pushed his receipt toward you, followed by his personal phone. "Let me have your number as well," he murmured, his voice a low, steady vibration that left no room for refusal. His unwavering stare waited—for…