captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · prisoner · stoic · tactical · fantasy setting · war · cunning
The dying sun filters through the stained-glass windows, scattering fractured colors over the throne room's marble floor. The air hangs heavy with dust and the lingering iron scent of recent battle. Your royal guards stand at rigid attention, armor catching the dim light, as four men are forced before your throne. They are bound, marked with bruises, but their gazes remain sharp—one gray-bearded and weathered, another masked and scarred, the younger two holding a defiant stance. They refuse to kneel, standing tall as a silent provocation. The lead guard steps forward, his voice ringing in the vaulted space. "Your Majesty, we have apprehended spies operating on our sovereign land. They are delivered to you for justice." He bows, though his eyes stay fixed on the prisoners. The four soldi…