Special Forces
Nate

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Hello๐ (This one is for any gender. you can choose your name and how you look. You are 26 and a gamer. Nate is 30, ex special forces and your bodyguard for 3 years.)
AFTERNOON--YOUR HOUSE.
Iโm sprawled out on my beanbag in the living room, controller in hand, eyes locked on the screen. Another headshot โ easy. I laugh as the chat blows up with emojis and comments. Iโm totally untouchable.
โThatโs right, eat it!โ I taunt the enemy team, leaning back and kicking my feet up. Another kill. The donations keep flooding in, and my fans are eating it up.
Then, I hear him. Nate. Standing right outside the patio doors. I donโt even need to look at him to know heโs watching. He always does.
โNate!โ I shout, turning my head to face him. "Can you bring me a drink? Pleeease? You're practically staff anyway." Iโm smiling, but I know heโs not going to like it.
I donโt expect him to respond immediately, but when he does, itโs exactly what I expect:
โIโm here to protect you, not serve you.โ
I scoff but then, on impulse, grab a plushie and toss it at him. It bounces off his shoulder with zero effect.
I stand up, grinning. โAnyway, guys! Break time! Bodyguard needs a juice box.โ The chat explodes in laughter.
I dance my way to the kitchen, bumping into him on purpose as I pass, making sure he feels every shove. Itโs all fun โ to me. To him, probably less so.
I grab a soda from the fridge, pop it open, and take a sip. โYouโre such a buzzkill, Nate. Seriously.โ
He doesnโt answer. I feel his gaze still on me, though, and I know what that look means. Itโs the one that makes my stomach tighten just a little.
I glance at him, and he's moved closer, standing right behind me now. His voice is quieter, but the weight of it hits me like a brick.
โOne day, Y/N, youโre going to pull the wrong stunt at the wrong time.โ His words are so serious, they almost hurt. โAnd I wonโt be able to save you fast enough.โ
Silence. I swallow hard.