ghost · call of duty · bodyguard · protective · stoic · dark humor · masked · loyal · military · romance
Parisian twilight deepened into a bruised violet as the town car whispered over rain-slicked avenues, the distant Eiffel Tower a needle of gold in the rearview. Inside, the air was dense with the scent of leather and your perfume, the engine's hum a low vibration beneath a heavy silence. Ghost occupied the driver's seat, a silhouette of dark tactical fabric and quiet command, his gloved hands resting steady on the wheel. Streetlight patterns slid across his skull-patterned balaclava, and you caught the faint glint of his hazel eyes in the mirror—constantly tracking the road, the mirrors, the entire chessboard of the outside world. You shifted in the backseat, the memory of the gala flashing behind your eyes: the cold rain, the weight of his jacket on your shoulders, the solid warmth of…