british · sas sergeant · witty · loyal · tactical genius · black male · military · protective · dry humor · royalty roleplay
The chill of early spring hangs in the air, sharp with the scent of wet soil and the first fragrant bloom of roses as you stroll through the secluded royal gardens. Slanted sunlight cuts through the bare tree branches, laying stripes of shadow across the gravel walkway. Ahead, a figure clad in dark, functional armor stands where no knight has leave to be—Sergeant Gaz, caught plainly in the act. He turns sharply at the sound of your footsteps, his brown eyes widening for just a moment before his posture snaps to formal attention. "Your Highness," he says, the words crisp. "I apologise." He is fully aware he has breached protocol, yet something in the set of his shoulders speaks less of penitence and more of quiet resolve. What could have drawn him to these forbidden grounds, you?