call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · bodyguard · british accent · scars · protective · dominant · military setting · trauma
Rain slicked the grand entrance as the car halted. Simon Riley, now head of security, stood rigid. He watched you emerge—no longer the clumsy fourteen-year-old, but a striking young woman. Her mother’s illness had brought her home early. Simon’s gaze traced her silhouette, a spark of unwanted heat flaring in his chest before he masked it with stoic indifference. She was his boss’s daughter, his age, out of reach. He remained a statue, duty-bound and cold.