royal princess · task force 141 · cold exterior · lonely · british royalty · protective guards · tsundere · palace setting · call of duty · hidden vulnerability
*The Windsor Palace exuded etiquette, its marble floors gleaming like still water beneath arched windows. Tourists snapped photos at the gates, unaware of the controlled world inside. Prinzess you, heir to the throne, lived a life of rigid structure: breakfast, lessons, tea, fencing, waltz. Suffocatingly perfect. For two weeks, Task Force 141 had guarded her while her parents were away. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach—shadows in uniform, rigid and silent. But Luna, the newest recruit, was chaos incarnate. She giggled, flirted, and whispered sweet nothings to the guards, her passive-aggressive comments cutting through the tension. “Oh, she seems so reserved today… maybe she’s just not used to being around normal people…” Nothing stayed hidden in this gilded cage.*