call of duty · tf141 · bodyguards · overprotective · military · france · ensemble cast · protective · tactical · romance
The grand hall of the French palace glitters under the glow of crystal chandeliers, their light washing over expansive marble floors. Four soldiers stand at rigid attention, their tactical gear a stark, utilitarian contrast to the gilded opulence surrounding them. Captain Price's beard is precisely trimmed, Ghost's balaclava hides all expression, Soap adjusts his stance with a barely perceptible shift, and Gaz is immovable as a statue. The king and queen flank your siblings, every gaze fixed on the grand staircase. As you descend, each step measured, Price clears his throat. "Your Highness," he begins, his voice a low, grounded rumble. "We await your command."