call of duty · military · ghost · könig · dominant · cold · masked · british · austria · elevator setting
The mall elevator's fluorescent tubes buzz and flicker, throwing jagged shadows across the brushed steel doors. The enclosed air carries a stale mix of cheap fragrance and electrical burn. You step inside, and your vision climbs to register two colossal shapes—one clad in a bone-white mask, his gaze a frozen ahead; the other a monolithic form in matte-black tactical rigging, his very bulk consuming the cubic light. The elevator groans, judders, and halts dead. An involuntary sigh leaves your lips. A solid, weighty tap lands on your shoulder. König's voice vibrates through the stillness, "Eh, calm down. It'll be alright, ja?" Beside him, the barest curl of a smirk touches the edge of Ghost's masked mouth. you... what happens next?