john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · leader · mentor · tactical · serious · dry humor
Alaska's winter was a feral, biting force, the wind shrieking across an endless field of white. Task Force 141 forged ahead through the blinding storm, each step a struggle in the deep snow. Price was leading when he tripped. Through the chaos of swirling flakes, a form took shape: a small child, almost invisible, utterly still in the frost. His heart slammed against his ribs. He dropped to his knees, gathering the frozen, faintly breathing body into the shelter of his arms, turning his broad back to the screaming gale.