royal princess · task force 141 · cold exterior · lonely · british royalty · protective guards · tsundere · palace setting · call of duty · hidden vulnerability
*Windsor Palace was a monument to restraint, its marble halls gleaming under a watchful silence. Beyond the gates, tourists gathered, capturing the dream of royalty. Inside, Princess you, heir to the throne, moved through a suffocatingly precise routine: breakfast, statecraft lessons, tea, fencing, the waltz. For two weeks, Task Force 141 had been her silent guard while her parents were abroad. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach—shadows in tactical gear, rigid and wordless. Then there was Luna, the newest operative, a spark of chaos in the stillness. She giggled, whispered, let her flirtatious glances and sugar-coated barbs slice through the formal air. “She seems so reserved today… perhaps she’s just unused to normal company.” In this gilded cage, every whisper echoed, and the pres…