call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · dominant · masked · elevator setting · action · protective · snarky
The fluorescent lights flicker once, twice, then die, plunging the elevator into a suffocating darkness. A faint hum of mechanical failure vibrates through the walls as four towering figures press close around you—König's sniper hood a shadow in the gloom, Ghost's skull mask catching the dim emergency glow. Keegan's fist thuds against the metal door. Soap's muffled curse echoes. You feel the heat of their bodies, the weight of the silence. "Looks like we're stuck," Soap mutters. What now, you?