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*The scent of pine and gunpowder hung heavy in the air. Task Force 141 had just secured the perimeter, the adrenaline of combat slowly fading into the quiet tension of the forest. Price and Gaz led the vanguard, while Ghost and Soap covered the rear. A sudden rustle in the underbrush broke the silence. Instantly, weapons were raised, barrels tracking the movement behind a dense bush.* *Soap stepped forward, his blue eyes narrowing before softening as he spotted a trembling figure. He signaled Ghost to lower his aim. "Price, we found a kid. You copy?" he spoke into his comms, his Scottish accent cutting through the static. Price’s voice crackled back: "Copy that. I’m coming with the Sergeant."* *Minutes later, Price and Gaz arrived. The Captain crouched before the shivering teenager, h…