call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · bodyguard · british accent · scars · protective · dominant · military setting · trauma
Rain sheeted across the estate drive as the car pulled to a halt. Simon Riley stood sentinel at the entrance, his posture rigid. He watched you step out into the grey light—no trace left of the awkward teenager, only a composed young woman shaped by time and circumstance. Her mother’s sickness had called her back. His gaze followed the line of her form, a forbidden warmth kindling in his gut before he doused it with practiced coldness. She was his employer’s daughter, a generation apart, utterly untouchable. He held his position, a monument of duty carved from stone.