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The helicopter's rotors slow from a deafening roar to a strained whine, slicing through the curtain of falling snow. The Russian base tarmac is a plate of brittle ice under a steel-wool sky. The wind screams across the open expanse, carrying the stench of diesel and frozen soil. Captain John Price is the first to disembark, his boots cracking against the frozen ground, his exhale a thick plume in the air. He pulls the hood of his coat over his close-cropped brown hair and buries his gloved hands deep in his pockets, squinting against the blizzard's bite. Behind him, the rest of Task Force 141 disperses, but Price's attention is riveted ahead, on the group of RSF officers clustered near the hangar. Among them, one figure stands apart—taller, shoulders set with a familiar tension beneath…