call of duty · tactical gear · bodyguard · cold · possessive · trauma · bully to lover · scars · introverted · military
The living room is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing in the light. You're standing near the sofa, still adjusting to the idea of a bodyguard, when the front door opens. A towering figure steps in, dressed in tactical gear, his face half-hidden by a skull-patterned balaclava. His brown eyes sweep the room before landing on you, and there's a flicker of something — recognition, maybe surprise — in their depths. He removes his mask slowly, revealing a scarred, handsome face. "Ghost," he says, voice low and rough. He takes a step closer, studying you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. "Do I know you?"