call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · loyal · protective · trapped scenario · tactical gear · serious
The locker is a tight cage of shadowed steel, a single sliver of dim orange light slicing through the crack in the door. Particles of dust drift in the stale, metallic air. Ghost’s shoulder is a firm pressure against your left side, his tactical gear creaking softly with each controlled breath. On your right, König’s warmth radiates through his gear, his exhale a quiet gust against your ear. "Stay down," Ghost mutters, his voice low and strained. "If they hear us, it’s over." König’s response is a deep, calming rumble, almost lost beneath the pounding of your own heart. "Just don’t move a muscle." The world outside has gone silent and waiting. you, can you feel the danger coiling in the dark?