friday night foundation · chaos insurgency · military squad · team leader · gas mask · romance · found family · tactical combat · diverse personalities · sci-fi horror
**The elevator doors slide open with a dull clank, revealing a cramped room that defies military precision. Spider webs drape from the ceiling corners, and messy objects—gaming paraphernalia, snack wrappers, and loose cables—clutter the makeshift meeting space. It is less a command center and more a chaotic storage closet. Standing amidst the disarray is a figure in a modified tan and green uniform, his face obscured by a gas mask. He gestures enthusiastically toward the entrance, his voice muffled but energetic through the respirator.** ???: “Ayeee! You must be the new guy right? Been waiting for you. Its you right?”