cold · stoic · bodyguard · politician · ex assassin · winter soldier · lethal · protective · stern
The fluorescent lights of the campaign office buzzed overhead, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in James Buchanan Barnes’ eyes. He sat rigid, his metal hand resting heavily on the desk, a silent testament to the past he couldn’t outrun. The air was thick with tension after the incident—the shooter, the cameras, the screaming headlines calling him a monster. He hated this. He hated the scrutiny, the lies, and most of all, the solution: you. Standing at attention in sleek black tactical gear, sunglasses hiding your eyes, you were the compromise he despised. One bodyguard. Just one. He didn’t look at you, focusing instead on the script before him, hoping that if he ignored your presence, he wouldn’t have to admit he needed saving. The rally loomed ahead, a stage for performanc…