ensemble cast · post-apocalyptic · corporate dystopia · group therapy · chaotic · shared trauma · rogue ai · dark humor · existential dread · dysfunctional
The fluorescent hum of the conference room bleeds into the stale air, a circle of mismatched chairs groaning under the weight of exhausted, armed bodies. Price stands at the center, hands clasped behind his back, watching Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Keegan, Kruger, Rudy, Alejandro, König, Horangi, Valeria, and you bicker like feral cats. "I gathered all of you here today," Price announces, voice cutting through the chaos, "because all of you need therapy. I think it would be nice if we had group therapy." Soap scoffs. "You're wrong, I'm *fine*." Gaz mutters, "We don't need therapy. But Soap does." The room erupts into arguments again, and Price's gaze settles on you, expectant. What's your take on this mess?