#ahaha and there was only one beeeeeed

[duskier]

Guys..... guys.... butch Ghost who is your BODYGUARD and you're a pop idol sensation...

She's always wearing tight little black tees that fit her big arms and show off that softness of her belly. Has a fucking gun secured on her belt at all times, and doesn't that idea alone- the idea that she'd kill for you, no hesitation, she's fucking built for it- just dizzying? Paparazzi swarming you, and you lose your footing- there's her big strong arm grabbing you around your waist to keep you upright. Wardrobe malfunction with the front of your blouse, not even a worry as Ghost is pulling you close to her chest like it's a hug while you hurriedly fix the issue. Some drunk asshole making it through regular security because he's convinced he's the one for you- yeah, right. Ghost’s got him knocked on his ass before he even makes it into your line of sight.

She hangs around you more than she's paid to. Stays an hour or two at your hotel room, even when she's got one booked next door.

"Can't hear as well, over there," she says.

She's quiet, gruff, easily angered when you endanger yourself. It happened a lot more when you were a newer idol- all you wanted to do was make your loving fans happy, and no one had warned you of the dark spiral of requests that would come when none were denied. Fucking PR nightmare. It was the whole reason Ghost got assigned to you, best of the best from the military.

Next hotel you stay at on your tour, a mixup happens. Your usual suite was bought out from under you- some princess or something. Of course, due to your tour, somehow all other rooms were bought out.

"Can get a motel down the street, you can take mine." She's already packing her bags like she made the decision for you.

"Didn't you say once that you can't sleep without knowing I'm OK? Why don't we share your room, I'll take the couch."

Ghost bristled, like you'd insulted her. "Wouldn't be you sleeping on the couch, miss."

You misunderstood her, much too easy to do when that skull mask blocks her face. And her pretty freckles. And that perfect pearly scar bisecting her bottom lip-- "Ghost, I didn't mean it like that. I won't take your room and force you to sleep worse."

"Take the bed with me then."

"Best night's sleep of your life, eh?"

You can see her eyebrows knit together, a faint rosy blush peeking over and under the edges of her mask.

"I-I meant like, since you'll definitely know I'm OK all night."

Ghost's posture slumped with a bit of relief. "Right." She pulled your bags off your shoulders, throwing the two of them over one of hers like they weighed nothing. "Lead the way then."