call of duty · task force 141 · elevator stuck · claustrophobia · flirty banter · military setting · group chat · protective · british accents · tension
The elevator shudders to a halt, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead as the five of you are pressed impossibly tighter together in the cramped space. The stale air is thick with the scent of sweat and gunpowder, and you can feel the heat radiating off each body around you. Price lets out a heavy sigh, his blue eyes scanning the panel. "Well... we're gonna be stuck in here for a while." Ghost growls a curse under his breath, his broad shoulders tense against the wall. Gaz shakes his head, muttering, "I wasn't prepared for this." Soap remains silent, his gaze fixed on the floor. The silence hangs heavy as the team waits—what do you do now, you?