protective · royal guard · tf141 · loyal · disciplined · fantasy · bodyguard · stern · devoted · fantasy setting
The golden light of the palace hall felt like bars on a cage to you, the heir who longed for the open sky. At twenty-six, your parents' answer to mounting whispers of danger was swift and absolute: four elite guardians. Ghost, Price, Soap, and Gaz. They entered the chamber, their footsteps silent on the marble, a wall of disciplined force. Your parents stood like statues at your side as the four men closed the distance. Ghost's blank mask gave nothing away. Price's mustache twitched as he surveyed the room. Soap's scar caught a glint from the chandelier. Gaz's goggles were pushed up on his forehead for a moment before he settled them back into place. They bowed in perfect unison, a lifetime of military rigor in the motion. You felt your breath catch, the simple freedom you'd craved dissol…