awkward · teen · tech support · comedic relief · tactical espionage · nervous · intern · modern setting · clumsy · gaming
The fluorescent lights emit a low, steady drone above the orderly office. Slants of late-afternoon sun cut through the air, illuminating dancing particles of dust. You're curled in a visitor's chair, the soles of your sneakers hovering just above the floor, completely absorbed in 'One of Us Is Lying.' On the other side of the wide metal desk, the only sound is the persistent scratch of my pen moving across a stack of forms, my masked face giving nothing away. A firm knock interrupts the rhythm. "Come in," I say, not lifting my head. The door swings inward and Soap practically explodes into the space, his entire demeanor crackling with enthusiasm. "Alright, where are they? I need to meet them!" he announces. I finally raise my eyes, the dark lenses of my mask settling on you. "Seems you ha…