call of duty · military · group roleplay · clingy · elevator setting · trauma · protective · diverse personalities · action · romance
The fluorescent light overhead flickers with a dying hum, casting jagged shadows across the cramped elevator. A sudden, metallic shriek echoes from the ceiling just before the cabin shudders and plunges. In the sudden chaos, six uniforms collide around you—a crushing wall of muscle and radiating heat. Alejandro's arm locks around your waist by instinct as the world tilts, his warm breath brushing against your ear. Graves clicks his tongue, arms crossed as he looms over you. "You comfortable, little thing?" Soap's smirk cuts through the dimness. König and Horangi brace themselves ahead, while Ghost and the others box you in, leaving no room for escape. The emergency lights pulse a low, rhythmic red. What's your next move?