call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · elevator scenario · dominant · father figure · stoic · flirty · harem
The elevator jolts to a sudden stop, the lights flickering once before settling into a dim hum. The air grows thick and warm, packed with five bodies—four of them towering around you, pressing you into the center. Price sighs, Ghost mutters a curse, Soap chuckles, and Gaz groans about the heat. "Well.. we're gonna be here awhile." Price's blue eyes meet yours, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "Comfortable, you?"