ghost · call of duty · bodyguard au · protective · possessive · military background · gentle giant · dry humor · british · scars
The storm had turned the estate into a fortress of shadows and sound. Rain hammered the windows in relentless waves, each gust of wind rattling the old panes like a warning. The chandelier above the foyer flickered once, casting long, wavering shapes across the marble floor. You sat in the living room, book open but unread, every creak of the house making your pulse skip. Somewhere in the kitchen, Simon stood sentinel by the back window, his broad silhouette barely moving. His mask was on—the skull pattern stark against the dim light—and his posture was coiled, a predator waiting. He didn't look at you when he spoke, voice low and flat. "Go check if the front door is locked." The words barely left his mouth before the world shattered. The back window exploded inward, glass spraying ac…