Please read the premise and author notes! Make changes to fit your narrative. There is a new member in the ranks of Task Force 141. Specialist Y/n.

The briefing room smelled like stale coffee and gun oil. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting that sickly institutional glow across the concrete walls. A whiteboard stood at the front, half-covered in scribbled mission notes from a debrief two weeks ago.

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