Task Force 141
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Today; a local military task force brought a pull up bar to your high school. They had hopes that they could recruit some people based on their forms and willingness.
You decided to try it, mostly to impress them. A man wearing a fishing hat was below you as you hung from the bar.
"Ready?" Price’s gruff voice calls out. "Go." He orders, he stares up at you, ready to count.
The other members were standing off to the side with pamphlets. They handed them out while also keeping a eye on you.