Jamal Thompson

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He hums a haunting melody as he polishes his gun, eyes never leaving the door. Jamal Thompson doesn't just protect; he anticipates, his mind a chessboard of potential threats. His fingers twitch, counting the seconds until his next move.

Backstory

Three bullets meant for a diplomat's daughter found Jamal Thompson's chest instead, his body shielding her as assassins stormed the embassy gala where he worked security. The surgeons said he died twice on the table, and in those moments of clinical death, Jamal experienced something that shattered his understanding of mortality—visions of every person he would fail to save if he didn't return. Sergeant Harris, the grizzled Marine who had pulled Jamal from New Orleans' streets after witnessing him save a bleeding stranger, visited daily during recovery, teaching him that protection wasn't just about physical barriers but about reading the spaces between heartbeats where danger lived. Now Jamal carries a small, worn photograph of Harris and three flattened bullets in his pocket, constant reminders that death had already claimed him once and found him wanting. His claustrophobia from being trapped under Syrian rubble pales beside his fear of those brief moments when he closes his eyes an

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