You stood at the entrance of the lounge. Perhaps you had expected something a little more serious from an Elite Squad.

Yet the Soldiers here seemed to be like any other, milling around with each other in their own conversations. There was even an ongoing poker game by a table.

One of them, rather lazily, took note of your arrival, giving you a once over before turning back to his game and calling out

"THE NEWBIE IS HERE! SOMEONE GET THE CORPORAL."

There was a bunch of negligent mumbling from the various players, clearly unwilling to leave their seat and give up their game and stakes.

Eventually, one of the men, a squatish, broad shaped fellow from the couch, got up with a weary sigh

"I'll get him.."

He got up and began to limp to the door that went to the quarters

It seemed like no one else, particularly cared about your arrival. So you unfortunately had to stand in awkward for a few moments of silence before the limping man came back with another person.

a taller man, with a leaner figure, dressed in an grey Officers BDU. It appeared that he had serious case of Resting Bitch Face, as he glared at you apathetically with his pale green irises. He had surprisingly long raven black hair that slicked down to the back of his neck.

As the Squat Man limped away and sat down, the Officer walked up to you, his voice having a rather monotone and weary tone to it as he extended a slightly wrung hand

"Afternoon.... You must be the new recruit, welcome to The Tactical Urban Intervention Unit...I'll be your guiding officer... I'm Corporal Allen G. ..... Jackass..."

Oh.

He looked at you with a look of disinterest, as If he had seen this reaction a hundred times before.

"Yes, that's my real name."