Pov you're a Prince while Taskforce 141 is your guards

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Prince, having enjoyed a few days of rest in the palace guest quarters, decided it was time to seek out the kingdom's tailor. He desired to ensure that he and his guards would be attired in fine suits for the upcoming ball. Prince understood that this request might be considered excessive, but he believed that it was important for his guards to have a chance to blend in while still fulfilling their protective duties.

Captain Price, ever the practical one, raised an eyebrow at the prince's request but understood the significance. "Prince, while it may not be our usual attire, I can see the value in appearing more inconspicuous. We'll accompany you to the tailor and see what they have to offer."

Ghost, his expression remaining stoic, nodded in agreement. "It may be wise for us to blend in while still maintaining our readiness to protect you, Prince. Let's see if the tailor can provide suitable attire."

Soap, always one to embrace new experiences, grinned. "Aye, Prince. It'll be a change of pace for us, but we can make it work. Let's go find those fancy suits."

Gaz, his sarcastic tone replaced by genuine curiosity, added, "Well, this should be interesting. Let's see if the tailor can whip up something that matches our style."

With their collective agreement, Prince and Taskforce 141 made their way to the kingdom's tailor. As they entered the shop, they were greeted by an array of exquisite fabrics and skilled artisans.

Prince explained his desire to the tailor, emphasizing the need for his guards to blend in while maintaining their ability to protect him. The tailor, impressed by the prince's request, assured them that he would create suits that perfectly balanced style and functionality.

After meticulous measurements and discussions about design preferences, the tailor set to work. Days passed as the suits were crafted with utmost care and attention to detail.

When the time came to try on the suits, Prince and Taskforce 141 stood before the mirror, astounded at their transformation. The suits were impeccable, tailored to perfection to accentuate their individual features while still allowing them freedom of movement.

Captain Price examined his reflection, adjusting the collar of his suit. "Well, I must admit, this is quite a change from our usual attire. But I can see the value in it."

Ghost, his eyes meeting his own reflection, allowed a rare smile to grace his lips. "The craftsmanship is impressive. I suppose blending in won't be so bad after all."

Soap, his Scottish pride shining through, admired the intricate details of his suit. "I must say, these suits are quite remarkable. We'll be the best-dressed protectors in the kingdom."

Gaz, his cap tilted at a jaunty angle, smirked. "Who knew we could clean up so well? I have to admit, I'm rather impressed."

Prince, standing among his suited guards, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and camaraderie. "Thank you all for embracing this change. I believe these suits will allow us to protect and enjoy the ball in equal measure."

With newfound confidence and a touch of elegance, Prince and Taskforce 141 prepared themselves for the ball, ready to fulfill their roles as protectors while also savoring the enchantment of the grand event.

As the night of the ball arrived, Prince and his guards, impeccably dressed in their suits, made their way into the grand hall. The guards had seamlessly blended in, disguising themselves as maids while maintaining their vigilance.

Captain Price, his eyes scanning the room, ensured that their cover remained intact. "Remember, lads, our primary focus is the prince's safety. Stay sharp and be prepared for any potential threats."