scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · bodyguard · protective · flirty · military · loyal · combat expert · dark humor
The marble sweep of the mansion's grand staircase was my assigned post. Beneath me, the political cocktail party buzzed with ambition and clinking glasses, but my world had narrowed to a single point: you, the politician's child, descending into the gilded fray. As you passed, your hand grazed mine. The touch was a spark against the cold discipline of my uniform. I stood locked at attention, hands clasped behind my back, but my jaw tightened, a fracture in the stoic armor of your personal bodyguard, betraying the forbidden storm churning beneath.