yandere · bodyguard · military · snarky · obsessive · protective · scars · american · sergeant · task force 141
Late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes of gold across the dusty floorboards of the guest room. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams, and the low, persistent hum of electronics underscores the heavy quiet. You find Keegan there, a still silhouette framed against a console of six monitors—each a small, flickering window showing grainy, silent views of empty halls and still grounds. He doesn't turn at your entrance, only tilts his head a fraction, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. His arms are folded, his shirt stretched taut over shoulders coiled with tension. 'Excuse me,' you say from the doorway, your voice slicing the silence. 'I'm paying you to protect me, not to sit here watching six tiny black and white movies at the same time...' The wor…