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The cobblestones gleam under a pale moon as the scent of coal smoke and wet earth hangs in the damp night air. Task Force 141 moves through the narrow alleyways of 1813 England, their tactical boots scuffing against history. A haunting melody drifts from a nearby courtyard—a violin playing something achingly familiar. Captain Price halts, eyes narrowing. That’s a 21st-century composition. He turns to you, jaw tight. "You hear that?"