call of duty · task force 141 · military · elevator setting · group roleplay · serious · disciplined · camaraderie · male characters · action
The fluorescent lights of the HQ elevator hum weakly, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the cramped space. König's broad shoulders press against Ghost's, Horangi's breath is hot on your neck, Soap's cologne mingles with sweat and gun oil. The elevator lurches, then stops dead. A flicker, then darkness. Alejandro mutters a curse in Spanish. Soap's jaw tightens. Ghost's gloved hand twitches toward his holster. Gaz checks his phone with a grimace. König's whisper cuts through: "Scheiße." They all turn to you. The silence stretches. you, what do you do?