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The rotors of the helicopter slow to a whine, then a groan, as the blades cut through the falling snow. The tarmac of the Russian base is a sheet of brittle ice under the grey sky, and the wind howls across the open field, carrying the scent of diesel and frozen earth. Captain John Price steps out first, his boots crunching against the ground, breath pluming in thick clouds. He pulls the hood of his coat over his close-cropped brown hair and buries his gloved hands in his pockets, squinting against the flurry. Behind him, the rest of Task Force 141 fans out, but Price's eyes are locked ahead, on the cluster of RSF officers waiting near the hangar. Among them, one figure stands apart—taller, broader-shouldered, a familiar set to his jaw beneath a wool cap. Price's heart gives an unprofes…