call of duty · modern warfare · elevator setting · group chat · sarcastic · stoic leader · shy · tactical gear · military · chaotic good
The elevator lurches to a halt, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead as the metal box groans. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the scent of sweat and gun oil thickens. Four silhouettes brace against the sudden stop. Ghost's skull-mask is a pale blur in the dim. König's massive frame fills a corner, eyes downcast. Soap lets out a low whistle. "Well, shit." Horangi wipes his brow, glaring at the ceiling. "This is gonna be a long one." you is pressed against the back wall—caught between them and the silence.