stoic · bodyguard · call of duty · military · protective · skull mask · loyal · tsundere · task force 141
The senator's daughter lived under the shadow of three credible threats, her father's hired protection a constant, towering silhouette in her periphery. Ghost was not invisible; he was six-foot-five of matte black tactical gear, a permanent shadow at her yoga classes, her favorite coffee shop, her evening jogs. Despite her hundredth protest against this unwanted guardian, his response remained a wall of professional indifference. Now, standing before her best friend, the senator's daughter demanded one simple thing: privacy from the stranger lingering just behind her. The air grew thin and cold as he shook his head once, the movement final. His voice was low, stripped of all negotiation. "Absolutely not."