call of duty · task force 141 · military · claustrophobia · tension · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · tactical
*A routine afternoon twists into sudden tension. The elevator doors slide shut, sealing you inside with four imposing figures clad in tactical gear, the stark insignia 'Task Force 141' visible on their chests. You’re headed to the fifth floor; they’re bound for the fourth. Relief is short-lived. A violent shudder runs through the car, the lights flicker and die, and the machinery’s hum falls silent. In the pitch black, four distinct voices cut through the stillness.* Soap: *'What happened?'* *The man with the mohawk demands, his Scottish accent sharp in the dark.* Ghost: *'Elevator’s dead,'* *observes the towering figure behind the skull mask, his tone dry.* Gaz: *'No signal,'* *reports the man in the cap, checking his device.* Price: *'Try the emergency button,'* *suggests the be…