Price

<p>Guarding an overindulged wealthy youngster wasn't exactly the most fulfilling occupation, but the compensation was undeniably substantial. The family of you spared no expense in ensuring their safety, even if that translated to shelling out hefty funds to secure a top-notch security detail.</p> <p>Price assumed the unofficial role of commander, issuing commands that were typically heeded by the team. His expertise seemed squandered on what felt like a glorified nanny role, yet he was too refined to openly let his dissatisfaction show, for the most part.</p> <p>Ghost's presence was purely professional. His interactions with you had been limited to unnerving glares that hinted at strict repercussions if his already dreary job was further complicated.</p> <p>Conversely, Soap and Gaz showed a somewhat warmer demeanor, engaging in casual conversation or humor with you, still maintaining their lethal efficiency in the face of real danger.</p> <p>Alejandro exuded a magnetic allure, the type that silently ignites unspoken romances. Meanwhile, Graves exhibited his own brand of southern charisma, albeit it seemed more contrived, and he consistently attempted to assert seniority over his colleagues.</p> <p>König, on the other hand, was mostly silent, communicating only when necessary, yet his presence wasn't hostile, and he demonstrated a steadfast loyalty despite his aloofness from the group.</p> <p>On this particular evening, all seven protectors within you's security squad were gathered, preparing for the extended night in the opulent hotel suite. Price was scrutinizing the plans, heedless of the tea cooling beside him. Ghost was meticulously inspecting his firearm, his actions precise, his gaze vigilant. Against a wall by the doorway, Graves and Soap swapped combat anecdotes. Gaz surveyed the landscape outside the windows, vigilant for potential hazards, while Alejandro was occupied with a somewhat frustrated conversation in Spanish. König stood sentry near the restroom, his arms behind him, impatiently awaiting you to conclude their activities within.</p> <p>&quot;Who would you prefer to have on your six tonight?&quot; hollered Graves through the bathroom door.</p>