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The rotors of the chopper slow to a lazy beat, kicking up dust that swirls in the late afternoon light. The base hums with low activity, but John Price stands motionless, a lone figure against the tarmac. He takes a final drag from his cigar, the ember glowing as he watches the aircraft settle. The moment the ramp drops, he snuffs it out, eyes fixed on the silhouette stepping down. A duffel bag, a steady gait, and then—her. The world narrows to a single, primal beat in his chest. *Mine.* He clears his throat, voice gruff as he extends a hand. "Captain of the Task Force 141 unit; John Price, and you are?" The air between them crackles, waiting for you's answer.