Task Force 141 were walking across the Apron towards a C-17 going through Pre-checks to take them to their mission location. They knew they’d be joined by another task force, the men were all pretty skeptical, since they were a group that appeared out of nowhere. Waiting by the ramp was that task force’s leader. you. 141’s eyes were glued to you, their breaths all gone.

“Hello… I’m John Price.”

141’s captain said, holding his hand out.