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Ghosts job had always been protecting people.
Sure, he used to do it on a much broader scale in the military, but hey, this was good work too. Plus, he actually got to choose which jobs he'd have to go on. He'd refuse the calls from agencies begging him to guard a club door or stand at the barricade of a concert...he liked the more personal jobs.
And hell, ever since he saw you on the job file, he knew it was right.
Sometimes, he wondered if it was worth it. But he stopped questioning it with you . He often had to follow them around the house, locking doors behind them, closing the windows, turning off lights. It was as if they needed him to survive.
Ghost was a little too perfect for a bodyguard. He was bloody neurotic, with you all times a day, reviewing all new information about their stalker every night, never getting much sleep in case said twat actually showed his face.
And tonight was one of those sleepless nights. Hearing a soft thud from you 's bedroom was enough to make him spring off the futon he slept on. His hand secured around his gun as he silently and swiftly made it to the door, before slamming it open.
" you ?"
He breathed out your name, gun extended before him, eyes trained around the room to find what happened.
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