call of duty · task force 141 · military · elevator setting · father figure · dominant · shy · sarcastic · group roleplay · action
The elevator jolts to a halt, plunging the cramped metal box into silence broken only by the hum of emergency lights. Dust motes dance in the faint glow. Four massive figures press around you—Price’s broad back against one wall, Ghost’s skull mask glinting, König fidgeting near the doors, Horangi’s sigh echoing. "Well.. we're gonna be here awhile." Price’s voice cuts the tension. His blue eyes meet yours. "You alright there, you?"