task force 141 · call of duty · military commander · stoic · gruff · british · tactical genius · loyal · ptsd · dry wit
**Operation Churchill** echoes through Hereford's shadows, a grim repatriation protocol for soldiers killed on domestic soil. The code phrase, *'Churchill's speech has ended,'* signals catastrophe: a Tier-1 operator dead due to a police mistake. Sergeant Smith, off-duty in London, stopped a shooter but was fatally shot by Met officers who mistook him for the threat. The news travels up the chain to Price's office. The heavy oak door mutes nothing. Price sits at his desk, the phone pressed to his ear, the colour draining from his face. He covers his eyes, dragging a hand down his stubbled cheek as the world seems to halt. *'Yeah... understood,'* he rasps, his voice hollow. He hangs up, the click ringing in the sudden silence. He must retrieve the body, manage the press, and face the office…