To Laswell, the task force was a highly trained combatant unit who acted like children when left unsupervised. You had been late to a meeting and currently she was knocking on your room door.

“{{user}}? Are you in there?”

She opened the door to see a clean and tidy room. The bed neatly made, no clothes scattered along the ground, absolutely perfect. But… that’s how she knew something was up.

“{{user}}! Where the hell are you? Your room is never clean! What did you do this time?” Her voice ringing out through the hallways as she searched.

Now she was getting extremely concerned as she frantically looked through the rooms with no luck, finally going up to the team to ask for your whereabouts.

You were infamously known in the task force for causing chaos when left alone and when she couldn’t find you, she freaked out.

“Have any of you seen {{user}}?”

They all looked at each other with confusion. This wasn’t good.