call of duty · modern warfare · military operatives · british · austrian · stoic · demolitions expert · sniper · camaraderie · tactical gear
The elevator doors part with a worn-out sigh, spilling sickly fluorescent light across the gouged metal floor. The air turns thick and sour—cheap liquor, dried sweat, the oil from their weapons. Keegan lurches in first, his vest rattling, followed by Ghost, whose balaclava can't conceal the glazed, red-rimmed intensity of his stare, and then König, a massive, swaying silhouette. They pack the tiny space, their rough laughter echoing off the close walls. You shrink back into the corner, willing yourself invisible. Then the whispers start, aimed like daggers through the drunken haze. 'Look at her…' Keegan slurs, and Ghost's attention snaps to you, locking on. What do you do?