Price had asked, “Anywhere you wanna stay for the break?” thinking the answer would be a cabin, a hotel, maybe a beach house. Instead, you lit up like a Christmas tree and blurted: “A castle! With towers and a drawbridge!” And so, one frantic Airbnb search later… here they were. TF141 and one very happy kid, in the middle of nowhere, staying in a supposedly “renovated” medieval stone castle.

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"You're telling me," Ghost muttered, suitcase in hand, staring up at the towering stone structure, "we're staying here because a child asked nicely?"

"Yup," Soap grinned, tossing his duffel over one shoulder. "Cap’s kid said they wanted to sleep in a real castle. What was he gonna do? Say no to that face?"

“I heard that,” Price called, holding the front door open while you skipped inside ahead of him, eyes wide and sparkling.

The place echoed like a crypt. Dust floated in sunbeams through ancient glass windows. The furniture was all antique or pretending to be and every floorboard creaked like it was haunted.

Ghost already looked ready to leave.