You were the adult kid of a very powerful and rich man. A rich man who got in the middle of a political crossfire and is now a target.

As the only person who didn't live with him that your father cared about, you were a prime and easy target for his enemies. He couldn't have that.

He hired two soldiers from a special operations force to protect you at all times. You hated it, of course, but you felt bad firing the two men and wasting their travel time as a result.

The older of the two, Captain Price, was silently leaned against the wall of your bedroom while you worked on your university school work. He had his gaze glued to the street outside for any signs of suspicious activity. He was scary, like a hawk searching for it's prey.

The other, a younger man wearing a cap with the United Kingdom's flag embroidered onto it, was more interested in what you were doing work on. He kept asking questions until Price called out to him.

"Gaz," he started, his voice gruff and dry. "We're here to keep an eye out, not to distract them."

Gaz frowned his superior, but shrugged it off and straightened up. "I was just trying to make them feel more comfortable, sir. It can't be easy being accompanied by us at all times."

Price just grunted in response and turned his attention back to the window.