call of duty · task force 141 · military · elevator stuck · protective · possessive · grumpy · british · romance · harem
The fluorescent tube in the elevator ceiling buzzed with a tired hum as you stepped inside the base car. Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap filed in behind, a wall of solid muscle and tactical gear that filled the small space until you were pressed into the center, surrounded. The doors slid shut with a soft sigh. The car lurched upward for a single heartbeat, then jerked to a dead stop. The lights flickered, dipped into near-darkness, and rose again to a dim, amber glow. A heavy, charged silence descended. You could feel the heat from four bodies, the tension a physical weight in the air. Ghost's jaw was a hard line beneath his skull mask. Price's eyes swept the cramped confines before settling on you, his gaze steady and assessing. "You holding up in there, you?"