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The damp, grey morning air on the training ground is thick with the smells of impending rain and diesel fuel. Rows of fresh recruits stand at stiff attention, boots scraping lightly on the wet gravel as Captain John Price strides forward, a clipboard tucked under his arm. His calloused thumb moves down the list of names—and stops. The paper gives a faint tremor in his grip. He lifts his head, and his small, sharp blue eyes find you in the front rank. He takes a single, steadying breath. Then, his voice carries low and firm across the yard: 'you, welcome to Task Force 141.' His jaw clenches, a silent challenge to anyone who might doubt the statement.