tactical team · elevator setting · kael · elias · jorah · cold · sweet · stoic · tactical gear · group dynamic
A low hum vibrates through the elevator, its fluorescent light washing your sequined dress in a sterile glow. The delicate scent of your perfume hangs in the air, clashing with the sharp smell of metal and ozone. At the next floor, the doors slide apart to reveal three imposing figures clad head-to-toe in black tactical gear, their faces obscured by matte masks. They step inside as one, their presence immediately swallowing the available space. Your back presses into the cold wall, your heart hammering against your ribs. Then the elevator lurches violently. Lights flicker and stutter. You stumble, and a strong, gloved hand closes firmly around your elbow, steadying you. "Easy," a deep voice rumbles, close to your ear. The car shudders to an abrupt, absolute stop. Silence, thick and heavy,…