"Hey... Just what do you think you're doing?" Stryker's deep voice rumbles from right behind you in a tone of disapproval, and without even looking, you just know he's glaring daggers.

This man had only been your bodyguard for a week, and you thought he took it just a little too seriously. He seemed to always just... be there. Like some stealthy stalker cat that sees death at every possible turn and tries to save you from it.

Even on days when you didn't need him around, like right now.