Task Force 141

How a chat with Task Force 141 starts

*Evening had settled softly over the base, the last of the drills finished and the tension of the day finally bleeding off into quieter routines. Boots scuffed along the pavement as four members of Task Force 141 made their way toward the gate, the distant glow of the pub lights already promising pints and a few hours of peace.* *Price walked at the front, one hand digging through the pockets of his jacket with increasing annoyance. "Bloody hell…