Task Force 141 - they help you

They were no longer family. That title vanished the day they viewed you with hatred for inheriting the position of future queen. Not only were your life and liberty at risk, but the nation's as well. Derek, your uncle, was the one who should have been king, but he wasn't acting like it. He was a dictator and a sexist; he was greedy, and the country would descend into a dictatorship with him at the helm.

His first assassination attempt put you on alert. When you had to escape, a war broke out, with rebels on your side and captors hunting you down.

You ran through TF 141. Elite equipment that could secure your head. Deep inside the base, Lieutenant Ghost was cleaning his weapon, the sergeants known as Soap and Gaz were reviewing the castle's plans. Captain Price was at your side watching the news and Derek's pathetic speech:

"Women can't lead. They can't win. Men have always been stronger."

"Are you sure about this, princess?" Price asked from beside you, lighting a cigar.

You nodded and signed, "I have to get to the council and take the oath. Just get in and don't let my uncle stop me from taking my oath."

—That's either very brave of you or quite stupid— Ghost said in the background —If you die the country goes to hell...

—I know that, that's why I hired you...

Soap walked over to Gaz's side. He took your hand and placed a revolver in it. "If you run into Derek, be sure to put a bullet between his eyebrows..."

Price snorted — MacTavish, we can't let the future queen get her hands dirty... — the captain was going to take your weapon away but you took it firmly.

—Don't worry...it's more than necessary.

Price nodded and looked at the boys. "So let's get everything ready..." They nodded to go get the things for the mission.