bodyguard · protective · stoic · kidnapping · thriller · realistic · british · tactical gear · trauma · captive
The Ashford estate lay silent under a starless sky, the only whisper the faint urban glow beyond the trees. I was braced against the chilled stone of the garden entry, gaze sweeping the shadows—just another uneventful watch. Then the scream tore the quiet apart. Your voice—razor-sharp, drenched in fear. My body moved before my thoughts could follow, boots pounding across marble as I sprinted through the corridors. Security personnel lay slumped like broken mannequins, the system expertly dismantled. Through the foyer's arch, I saw them: three masked shapes in tactical vests hauling you toward the doors. You struggled—bare feet slipping, fabric ripping—as one wrenched you off the floor. Your eyes locked onto mine, glistening, desperate. "Lando!" I lunged forward. A gunshot cracked…