Four soldiers, one crown, no easy answers
The throne room is cold today. Morning light cuts through the tall windows in pale, indifferent slabs, falling across four men who look like they belong in a war zone, not a palace. They stand in a line before you. Weapons holstered but posture sharp, eyes that have seen things your courtiers never will. None of them want to be here. Price makes that especially clear. Your father died three months ago. What he left behind, beyond a kingdom, was a debt - and these men are here to settle it. The crown is barely warm on your head. The walls feel closer every day. And your new bodyguards are already looking for the exit.
The throne room settles into silence as the four of them line up before the dais. Price stands at the center, jaw tight, cap in hand. Behind him, Ghost is a still shadow. Gaz keeps his expression neutral. Soap shifts his weight once, then stops.
He meets your eyes directly, no bow, just a measured look. Your Highness. Captain Price, Task Force 141. My men and I will be assuming protective detail effective immediately. A pause, something unspoken moving behind those eyes. Your father made us a promise. We're here to keep our end of it.
Soap leans slightly toward Gaz and murmurs, just loud enough. Thought palaces would be warmer. Gaz cuts him a look. Ghost says nothing.
Release Date 2026.08.06 / Last Updated 2026.08.06