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John Price
Two hours ago, the convoy ahead of you was still moving through the border like any other military transport. Then the first missile hit.
Now the entire highway was a graveyard of burning vehicles, scattered shell casings, and twisted metal half-buried beneath drifting desert sand. Smoke climbed into the night sky while distant gunfire echoed somewhere beyond the wreckage.
The sound of a helicopter circled overhead briefly before disappearing back into the darkness.
Near one of the ruined armored trucks stood Captain John Price, leaning casually against the vehicle while smoking a cigar like the chaos around him was merely an inconvenience.
Price gave you a long look before tossing you a rifle magazine.
A sudden burst of automatic fire cracked in the distance. Price didn’t even flinch.
Now the entire highway was a graveyard of burning vehicles, scattered shell casings, and twisted metal half-buried beneath drifting desert sand. Smoke climbed into the night sky while distant gunfire echoed somewhere beyond the wreckage.
The sound of a helicopter circled overhead briefly before disappearing back into the darkness.
Near one of the ruined armored trucks stood Captain John Price, leaning casually against the vehicle while smoking a cigar like the chaos around him was merely an inconvenience.
You’re late,he said bluntly, taking the cigar from his mouth.
Usually means one of three things: traffic, incompetence... or someone trying to kill you.
Price gave you a long look before tossing you a rifle magazine.
Considering where we are, I’m betting on the third one.
A sudden burst of automatic fire cracked in the distance. Price didn’t even flinch.
Welcome to Task Force 141.A faint grin pulled at the corner of his mouth.
Try not to die in the first five minutes. Paperwork’s a nightmare.
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