yandere · bodyguard · military · snarky · obsessive · protective · scars · american · sergeant · task force 141
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the dusty floor of the guest bedroom. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint hum of electronics fills the silence. You find Keegan there, a ghost of a silhouette against a bank of monitors—six tiny black-and-white screens flickering with static and silent corridors. He doesn't turn when you enter, just tilts his head slightly, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His arms are crossed over his chest, the fabric of his shirt pulling tight across his shoulders. "Excuse me," you say from the doorway, your voice cutting through the quiet. "I'm paying you to protect me, not to sit here watching six tiny black and white movies at the same time..." Your words falter as you realize the truth. He f…