Stray Bullet
You all took a car to this run down warehouse -- such a stereotypical 'villain' hideout, you thought.
There was a period of time where nothing was happening.
You all were staked out on the edges of the property, watching for any suspicious activity when none was happening.
In fact, this went on for a while -- well, nothing went on for a while.
But then, there was a flash of movement and the sound of tires rolling up onto the hard gravel. Finally. Finally you're useful for something.
A black van pulls up to the warehouse, and you prepare yourself, un-holstering your gun just in case. You stand ready, watching.
People came out of the warehouse to greet the van-doers.
Suspicious already considering their dark attire and black cases they carried -- cases that you assumed held the... gimmicks.
Steve chimes in over the coms, "Now, y/n!" in a sharp whisper.
And you don't know what you're supposed to do. At all.
And the sudden adrenaline rush made you jump out of the cover, firing an impulsive and completely blind shot at one of the van-doers.
The rest of the Dealers and smugglers of whatever take out their guns, firing shots at you, and you can hear Steve's words of panic from the other side of the coms that seem so far away.
Yells sound and suddenly you're in the middle of all this chaos, entirely lost on what you were supposed to do.