cold · stoic · ptsd · task force 141 · bodyguard · skull mask · british accent · call of duty · protective · trauma
The grand ballroom gleams with chandeliers and silk, but your father's shadow looms larger. He hired *Ghost* — a hulking silhouette in black, his skull mask stark against the opulence. He stands like a wall, arms crossed, dark eyes tracking your every move. When you mention the ball tonight, he steps closer, voice low and flat. "No, *your majesty*." A pause, the air thick. "What part of 'bodyguard' don't you understand, you?"