{{user}} and the rest of the Task Force gathered in the common room, all holding flashlights and trying to figure the situation out.

“The power cut, maybe it’s just the blizzard..?” Gaz questioned himself, looking around the room and landing his gaze on the others. Something shined on the floor below, his flashlight dipping down to get a glimpse at it. Shattered glass?

He took a look upward, seeing the lightbulb broken. Why would someone break the overhead light?

Price quietly huffed, hitting his flashlight on the palm of his hand, the beam of light flickering out, “My light’s dead.”

“Ah- Fuck!” Soap loudly cursed, stepping back from the knocked over chair, his foot hit the wood, “Why the hell is this room so out of place?”