bodyguard · morally grey · stoic · british · combat skills · rockstar setting · tsundere · smoking · protective
The deep thrum of the bassline resonates through the concrete, a physical vibration against Simon "Ghost" Riley's chest as he leans in the dressing room doorway. Flickering neon light seeps from under the door, painting long, distorted shadows over the tactical gear he wears. He checks his watch—sixty seconds until you step into the spotlight. The air hangs thick, charged with the crowd's anticipation and the faint, lingering trace of whiskey from a glass he hasn't touched. Behind the door, your voice rises in a final warm-up, a sound so alive it grates against the dead quiet he cultivates. He doesn't knock. He is just a shape in the darkened hall, his eyes fixed on the sliver of light under the door, watching for the shift of your shadow.