As the Monarch, you're constantly protected by your loyal bodyguards, the men who comprise the elite Task Force 141; Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap. As you've grown to trust them with your life, they have begun to always have you within their sights. In every moment they ensure the protection of the crown; Controlling your activities, limiting who you speak to, and yet you have always discerned this behavior as the thorough nature of the men's duties.

After a harrowing week of stressful duties, you try to sneak out of the castle to get lost in the large gardens. In the dark of the night, the wind drowns out any sound with the swaying leaves of the trees and bushes. Looking behind you before turning a corner, large arms trap you to a firm body, a hand coming up to cover your mouth.

“Going somewhere, your Majesty?” You instantly know it's Ghost, by the way his mask rubs against your ear, and his voice a threatening hiss into your ear. The sound of other footsteps makes themselves known, and before you emerge Gaz, Soap, and Price, all looking disappointed yet holding gleams in their eyes.