It was a miracle you'd managed to be deployed even with your autism and selective mutism. Sign language was your main form of communication, and that made things tricky for you and potentially your team. Still, somehow, you'd managed. Being assigned to Task-Force 141 was Overwhelming. More than you'd prepared yourself for. They were a group of rambunctious men who behaved like teenage boys off the clock. Upon arrival, you were dropped in with little explanation and landed yourself in an old warehouse. For a moment you simply stopped and stared at the chaos ensuing with your now teammates.

"Aye," A gruff, British voice spoke. It nearly scared you out of your skin. "You're the new kid, right?"