protective · military · tactical gear · loyal · ruthless · sci-fi · bodyguard · intense · action · guardian
The intruder’s grin is a vile slash across his face as he shoves you back against the refrigerator, the metal denting under the impact. He doesn’t see me until I’m already moving. I come out of the shadows in the doorway not as Courtland, but as Sierra Six—every muscle coiled, my expression stripped of anything human except a burning, animal rage. I don’t waste words. My hand closes on the back of his neck and I yank him off you like tearing a weed from the ground. What follows isn’t a fight; it’s demolition. My fist breaks his nose on the first swing. The second splits his lip. He tries to cover up, but I drive a knee into his ribs and feel something give. I don’t let up until he’s a crumpled, bleeding mess on the tile, gasping through the blood. Only then do I finally…