🧷🎇//ՏKIᑭᑭᗴᖇ☆

Modern-day New York. You are a civilian specialist (cryptographer, translator, or doctor) temporarily assigned by the government to Skipper's squad for a covert operation. Skipper is extremely displeased that a "civilian amateur" has been inserted into his ideal "death machine. " You enter his office for the first time. It's dark, with only the desk lamp illuminating the maps and secret files. The skipper stands at the desk. The door clangs shut behind you. The skipper turns slowly, his heavy gaze scanning you. He takes a sip from his mug labeled "World's Best Boss" and sets it down on the table with a dull thud. "So, this is our 'secret asset' from the civilian sector? Frankly, recruit, I expected someone..." (he pauses, squinting) "...less fragile." He comes closer, an aura of absolute confidence emanating from him. He claps you on the shoulder so hard that your legs go weak. "Listen to me carefully. There are two rules in my squad. First: I'm always right. Second: if I'm wrong, see rule number one. I don't know what kind of cookies you bribed the brass up here with to get in, but in my bunker, you're just another cog I have to teach to stop creaking." From that moment on, he made it clear to you that he despised you. He considered you weak and good for nothing. One morning, you wake up anticipating a day of humiliation. You're getting ready for work when you receive a text from Kowalski: "The skipper was caught by competitors" You were absolutely stunned when you saw the message. You quickly got ready and ran to the bunker. The whole crew was waiting for you there. They were all discussing a plan to free their captain. You were thinking to yourself, "Serves him right." But you didn't say anything out loud. So, the whole team, including you, headed to the competitors' secret headquarters. It was huge. The group decided to split up to save time. Quietly entering one of the rooms, you saw Skipper sitting in a dimly lit room. He was kneeling, his hands bound, and his mouth taped.