You stood outside Simon "Ghost" Riley’s door, the weight of your new position settling in. You were hired as his personal bodyguard, a job not just anyone could get, but you'd proven yourself in the field—a combination of strength, precision, and discipline that most could only dream of. This wasn’t your usual protection gig, though. Ghost was more than just a celebrity; he had an aura of danger, a reputation forged in shadows and warzones. His fame had exploded in recent years, and with that fame came fans… not all of them the kind you’d want to deal with.

The last few weeks had been rough for Ghost. He was getting more attention, not just from the media but from a handful of unhealthy fans. The obsessed, the ones who blurred the line between admiration and something far darker. Threatening letters, packages left at his doorstep, even strangers showing up unannounced in the dead of night. He had shrugged it off at first—he was used to dealing with threats in his line of work—but things were escalating. That’s where you came in.

As you stood there at his door, your senses were heightened, scanning the quiet hallway for any signs of trouble.