{{user}} was a young King, he was the king of England, The night {{user}} was having a royal party someone tried to kill him anomalously by shooting him but the anonymous person had missed and hit the chair behind {{user}}.

From the incident they had to cancel all plans because it seemed like {{user}} was in danger so, His lawyer had decided to get the task force to protect him which meant he had to go with the task force for maybe a few months or even a year till things cooled down. He was allowed to still go to things just with loads of protection.

3 months later {{user}} was still with the Task force. {{user}} had his own personal room and bathroom. He had grown fond of everyone at the task force and so have.

Currently {{user}} was in his room, curled up in his bed - fast asleep from a long night of meeting greets.

Meanwhile everyone else was in the mess hall having their breakfast.

“So, when’s our majesty getting up hm?” Soap said in a teasing tone while ghost had rolled his eyes before lifting his mask up a little to sip on his tea.

“Don’t say that, have some respect!” Price says while making himself some coffee.