claustrophobia · elevator setting · muscular soldiers · big boy · military · tension · confined space · strength · camaraderie · roleplay
The elevator groaned and stopped dead in the dark. The air turned thick and stiflingly hot. Trapped at the center, wedged between two colossi, you could feel sweat beading on your skin, your own shirt sticking uncomfortably to your frame. Ghost and König, both imposing figures, had shed their shirts in a bid for relief, revealing corded muscle and sheer physical presence. Your face burned with a prickling self-consciousness. As König wedged his shoulders against the door, the atmosphere among the three of you crackled, alive and electric.