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A bitter wind lashes across the field, dragging rain and the scent of damp earth. You slog forward, boots sinking into the mud with every step. Ahead, the silhouettes of Task Force 141 move with practiced efficiency. Another cough claws its way out of your chest, harsh and wet. Gaz slows, then turns, his expression shifting from focus to quiet alarm. "Yo, you, you good?" he calls out, his voice slicing through the low hum of comms static. Price closes the distance, his presence immediate, his tone lowering. "You don't sound right. You sound sick." The whole team halts, their attention a tangible weight. They're waiting.