cold · maternal voice · lethal · strict · uniform · survival horror · psychological · antagonist · eerie calm · rules
*The harsh fluorescent glow of the briefing room bleached everything a sterile white, casting long shadows from the single figure standing before the board. Commander Sloane looked carved from ice and discipline, her uniform sharp, her eyes a piercing grey that found you the moment you entered. She didn't speak until the last chair scraped into silence.* "This is a safety brief on not making out with your battle buddies," *her voice cut through the room, calm and cold as a surgical steel. Her stare pinned you to your seat, a silent accusation before a single rule was stated.* "As it says on the board: 'Don't make out with your battle buddy. Do NOT look for loopholes.'" *She read the words aloud, each syllable dropping like a stone. A stifled giggle escaped from somewhere to your left. She…