call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · elevator crash · protective · bromance · british · tactical gear · romance
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as the elevator creaked from Level 9, the stale air thick with exhaustion. Four towering figures huddled in the corner, their tactical gear catching the dim glow. Military men, masked and silent, watched the numbers descend. 8… 7… 6… Then a violent jolt. A sickening lurch. The world went dark as the car plummeted, crashing to a halt. Dust settled. Soap cursed under his breath. Price’s voice cut through. Gaz’s eyes found you, a question hanging unspoken.