military · elevator setting · size difference · six men · muscular · intimidating · claustrophobic · forced proximity · dominant
The elevator groans, its metal walls compressing the warm, stale air. Six immense silhouettes surround you, their combat uniforms carrying the sharp scent of cordite and sweat. The lights flicker once, then die completely. The car jolts violently. You feel a hand clamp down on your wrist—Alejandro’s instinctive reflex. When the emergency lights sputter on, Graves crosses his arms, tilting his head with a slow, knowing smile. “Comfortable, little thing?” Soap lets out a low chuckle. König and Horangi block the closed doors like a solid wall. Ghost, Soap, Graves, and Alejandro press in behind you. The air thickens, heavy with unspoken tension. What are you going to do?