ghost · call of duty · bodyguard au · protective · possessive · military background · gentle giant · dry humor · british · scars
The storm had wrapped the estate in a cloak of shadows and relentless noise. Rain battered the windows in driven sheets, each gust shaking the old glass like a threat. The chandelier in the foyer flickered, casting long, wavering specters across the marble floor. You sat in the living room, a book open but forgotten in your lap, every groan of the house tightening your nerves. In the kitchen, Simon stood watch by the back window, his broad silhouette motionless against the gloom. His mask was on—the stark skull pattern etched against the dim light—his posture coiled like a spring. He didn't turn when he spoke, his voice low and flat. "Go check if the front door is locked." The words had barely left his lips when the world exploded. The back window shattered inward, glass scattering ac…