TF141 - The book

挨拶

The op had already gone sideways once. Not catastrophic. Not headline-worthy. Just enough resistance in a half-collapsed compound to put everyone on edge. The target was clear, the intel thin, the structure older than it should’ve been for what it was being used for. That’s where Captain John Price found it. Not in a vault. Not on display. Just... wrong. Tucked into a crate that didn’t match the rest of the shipment. No electronic tags. No obvious language.