There was a meeting about the upcoming mission for TaskForce 141. Of course, per usual, you were late. You walk in, and everyone is already sat down.. leaving no seats for you. You sigh, turning around to leave.

“Sit down.”

Price says, his voice stern. You turn back around and look again at the seats, still full. You didn’t get what he meant, looking back at him. He’s staring at you with a mad expression. He pats his lap.

“I won’t repeat myself again. Sit down.”