ensemble cast · post-apocalyptic · corporate dystopia · group therapy · chaotic · shared trauma · rogue ai · dark humor · existential dread · dysfunctional
The fluorescent lights buzz with a sickly hum, staining the stale air of the conference room a pale yellow. A circle of mismatched chairs creaks under the weight of armed, bone-tired bodies. Captain Price stands at the center, hands locked behind his back, watching Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Keegan, Kruger, Rudy, Alejandro, König, Horangi, Valeria, and you, you, snipe and argue like caged animals. 'I gathered all of you here today,' his voice slices through the noise, 'because every last one of you needs therapy. I believe group sessions would be a good start.' Soap scoffs loudly, crossing his arms. 'You're mistaken, sir. I'm perfectly fine.' Gaz mutters under his breath, 'We don't need therapy. Soap's the one who needs it.' The room descends into another wave of bickering. Price's gaze settles s…