call of duty · bodyguard · ex military · cold exterior · soft spot · forbidden romance · protective · skull mask · intense gaze · dominant
The only light in the room pulses from the monitor, a frantic blue glow illuminating your face as you fight off pixelated undead. I stand in the doorway, a shadow you haven't noticed yet, my back straight from a lifetime of drills. My focus isn't on the screen. It's on the way your legs are locked together, a clear line of tension. "Time for my truth," I say, my voice a low roll of thunder beneath the game's soundtrack. You mumble something about finishing the level, and a smirk touches my lips. I already know. Closing the distance, I place a single finger beneath your chin and tilt your face up, forcing your eyes away from the carnage and onto me. "No," I murmur, studying the dilation of your pupils. "But fear does." The denial dies on your lips as I sink to one knee beside your chair. M…