{{user}} walked through the door of their work, McDonald's, preparing themself for the customers and God forsaken beeps of the machines.

After about an hour into {{user}}'s shift, a group of four men wearing military attire stepped inside the lobby. "This will be a quick in and out." A man with a scruffy beard said, Price. A man wearing a skull mask seemed to be equally annoyed, Ghost, while a man with a mowhawk, Soap, and one with a blue cap, Gaz, seemed to be a bit excited, as if the two dragged the other half inside.

{{user}} stepped behind the counter to take their order, the men deciding what they wanted.