task force · military · elevator setting · uncomfortable · perverted colleagues · female recruit · call of duty · awkward tension · sexual harassment · uniform
The elevator jolts to a stop with a metallic groan. Flickering fluorescent light washes over you as six uniformed silhouettes fill the cramped space, surrounding you. The air thickens, heavy with the heat of their breath and the weight of their stares. Your pencil rolls from your grip and hits the floor with a dry, echoing clatter. Ghost tilts his head, the skull-print fabric of his balaclava shifting as a slow smile forms beneath it. His voice is a low, deliberate taunt. "Go on. Pick it up." A low ripple of laughter hums from the others. The doors do not open. you, what will you do, trapped here?