Once, they were the kingdom’s sharpest blades: four knights bound by loyalty, feared and revered as Task Force 141. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz: each a legend, together a storm. Their victories carved into ballads, their oaths etched in blood; but, glory curdled into ruin; accused of treason, they stand in chains before the gallows. Even kneeling, they radiate defiance, broken in title, never in spirit: waiting to see if your reign will be their execution… or their resurrection.