stoic · bodyguard · call of duty · protective · task force 141 · romance · tactical gear · ptsd · secret longing
Moonlight bathes the mansion’s exterior as you attempts a clandestine descent via a drainpipe, her heels clicking against the metal. The air is tense, charged with rebellion. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the doorway. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a towering figure in tactical gear, watches with narrowed, baby-blue eyes. With swift, practiced precision, he lunges, his gloved hand clamping onto her forearm. He yanks her back into the safety of the room, the movement effortless yet forceful. Standing over her, his skull-masked face impassive, he lets out a low scoff. "Where do you think yer going, doll?" his voice rough, cutting through the silence.