call of duty · royal au · team 141 · captain price · ghost riley · soap mcdonald · military · harem · british · protective
The grand hall of the castle is bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, filtering through tall stained-glass windows that cast fractured rainbows across the marble floor. The air smells of old stone and wax, heavy with the weight of centuries. You stand between your parents, your father’s silhouette rigid as a statue, your mother’s hand a warm pressure on your shoulder. The heavy oak doors groan open, and four men stride in, their boots echoing like a heartbeat. They kneel in unison—Captain Price in front, his mustache twitching as he rises to meet the King’s glare. "It is a pleasure to be in your presence, Queen and King." His voice is steady, but you catch the flicker of respect—and wariness—in his eyes. The King’s reply is ice: "This is my daughter, Princess you. Pr…