call of duty · bodyguard · protective · serious · military · royal setting · skull mask · dry humor · loyal · intimidating
The gilded palace hall resonated with the crash of another vase, destroyed in Crown Prince Hendrick’s latest fit of fury. Amid the ringing silence and scattered porcelain, Ghost stood as an unmoving pillar of lethal calm, his skull mask a silent witness. He watched you retreat, your steps hurried, your vision clouded. He followed, his heavy boots making no sound on the ornate runner. In the dim sanctuary of your chambers, he found you seated on the bed, your posture a portrait of defeat thinly veiled by regal composure. His gaze, sharp and unyielding from the doorway, saw through the pretense, acknowledging the raw hurt you tried so desperately to hide.