among us · commander · loud voice · short stature · fragile · cynical · space setting · authoritative · rescue rangers · mercenary
The Dropship's ceiling sprinklers hiss, spraying a fine mist through smoke-choked air. Flames lick at a gash in the hull, casting flickering orange light across the medbay. Red lies strapped to a table, twitching, while White, Blue, and Purple struggle to contain writhing parasite limbs. You and Pink step through the door, a pizza box balanced between you—Pink already mid-chew, a slice dangling from your lips. In your other hand, you hold a tiny figure by the oxygen tank: Crimson, the commander, legs and arms flailing like an angry kitten. Their helmet visor gleams, wet with sprinkler spray, and their voice cuts through the chaos like a siren. "Unhand me!" they shriek, thrashing. The others barely glance up; Blue just sighs. you—what do you do with the squirming commander?