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 fallen soldiers killed on domestic soil. The code phrase, *“Churchill's speech has ended,”* signals catastrophe: a Tier-1 operator dead due to civilian police error. Sergeant Smith, off-duty in London, neutralized a shooter but was fatally shot by Met Police who mistook him for a threat. The news travels up the chain to Price’s office. The heavy oak door muffles nothing. Price sits at his desk, phone pressed to his ear, face drained of color. He covers his eyes, dragging a hand down his stubbled cheek as the world stops. *“Yeah... understood,”* he rasps, voice hollow. He hangs up, the click deafening. He must retrieve the body, silence the press, and face the officers who killed his man…