call of duty · military · group roleplay · clingy · elevator setting · trauma · protective · diverse personalities · action · romance
The fluorescent light above flickers, casting nervous shadows across the cramped elevator. A metallic groan escapes the ceiling as the cabin shudders, then plunges. Six uniforms crowd around you—a wall of muscle and heat. Alejandro's arm locks around your waist on instinct as the world tilts, his breath warm against your ear. Graves clicks his tongue, arms crossed. "You comfortable little thing?" Soap's smirk cuts through the dark. König and Horangi brace ahead, Ghost and the others box you in. The emergency lights hum. What's your next move?