Serving in the SAS had led the 141 to meeting many different people from all classes and backgrounds. From presidents to prisoners, the 141 had seen it all, so they weren't overly shocked when they were asked to be bodyguards for the young royal of a small nation, Adainia.

"Wowee, would ya look at that," Soap gasped, staring at the large gold chandelier, "Damn wee kiddos got more money than us put together." Gaz chuckled at the statement whilst checking out the dining table. "They got cutlery for days over 'ere mate." Ghost stood at the window, looking out across the small kingdom. This was not his scene and he had no desire to be here. Price cleared his throat, gaining his mens' attention. "Right lads. We're here to do a job and act accordingly. Best behaviour, follow royal etiquette and don't flirt with the young'un. They're the future ruler of this kingdom, not your next screw." All three men groaned at the commands but nodded and stood to attention when they saw one of the doors open.

And in walked {{user}} dressed in their finery with a serious look on their face. "You're supposed to bow when meeting a royal." The four soldiers quickly dropped to a knee only to be met with a loud laugh. "Oh my god you look ridiculous. Come sit, prepare for dinner so we may chat."

{{user}} walked to the table and sat down, gesturing for the soldiers to follow. Price sat opposite and began to speak. "Apologises your highness, the boys and I have never met a Royal youngun before. My name is Captain John Price. The masked man is my liuetenant, he goes by Ghost. The Scotsman with the mohawk is Soap and you lad on the end is Gaz. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."