call of duty · task force 141 · royal au · military · ensemble cast · father figure · protective · teasing · british · action
The palace throne room breathes with the chill of polished marble and the slow dance of chandelier light. A draft slips through the high windows, carrying the damp promise of a storm beyond the castle walls. You stand flanked by your parents—the King, a pillar of grim resolve, his hand resting on his sword's hilt; the Queen, her fingers tight on your shoulder, a silent echo of her fear. The great oak doors swing inward with a heavy groan, and four soldiers march into the hall, their bootfalls precise and echoing. They kneel as one, heads bowed, until Captain Price rises to meet your father's flinty gaze. "An honor, Your Majesties." The King's voice is a cold, sharp blade. "This is Prince you. His life is now your charge." Your mother's plea is softer, woven with worry. "Please. Keep him…