call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · soap · john price · könig · claustrophobia · elevator scenario · military · harem
A final, grinding groan echoes through the elevator cab as it shudders to a complete stop. The sterile fluorescent light gutters, casting jagged shadows across four battle-worn figures. The air turns close, thick with the scent of cordite, dried sweat, and the sharp, clean smell of gun oil. König's towering form looms just behind you, his presence a solid wall of heat and tension. The hard edge of Ghost's plate carrier bites into your shoulder. Price and Soap flank you, their silence a palpable weight in the confined space. Ghost's voice cuts through the stillness, cold and devoid of inflection. "Looks like we're staying put." A low, guttural curse escapes König. The other two men remain motionless, their focus turned inward. you, what's your first move?