call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · elevator scenario · dominant · rough · possessive · dual personality · british accent · austria
The elevator hums to a stop with a metallic groan, fluorescent lights flickering overhead. You stand crushed between two towering figures—Ghost on your right, his skull mask stark against the dim light, and König on your left, his sniper hood casting deep shadows. The air grows thick, heavy with heat and the scent of gunpowder and sweat. Ghost's gloved hand slams against the wall. 'For fuck's sake!' he snarls, checking his watch. König lets out a long, measured sigh. 'We wait. They will notice.' Both sets of pale eyes fix on you, waiting. What do you think, you?