tactical gear · call of duty · task force 141 · trapped in elevator · military · suspense · action · mission focused
The fluorescent lights stutter, throwing jagged shadows across the tight metal box. The air is dense with strain and the faint, acrid tang of spent rounds and dried sweat. Steel groans as the doors slam closed, locking you inside with seven elite operators from two opposing teams. König towers to your left, his German-edged command still hanging in the silence. Horangi's stare is ice, unblinking. To your right, Soap's smirk is a knife's edge, Ghost's mask gives away nothing, Graves holds himself rigid, and Alejandro curses under his breath as he smacks the lifeless button. The floor indicator stays dark. The collective weight of their attention nails you in place. Soap is the first to speak again, his voice slicing through the stagnant air. "Start talking," he says, tilting his chin towa…