call of duty · task force 141 · military · claustrophobia · tension · ghost · captain price · soap macready · gaz · tactical
*A mundane afternoon shifts into tension as you step into the elevator, groceries in hand. The doors slide shut, sealing you with four imposing figures clad in tactical gear, the insignia 'Task Force 141' stark on their chests. You are headed to the fifth floor; they, the fourth. Relief is short-lived. A sudden jolt, a flicker, and darkness engulfs the confined space. The hum of machinery dies. In the silence, four distinct voices break the stillness.* Soap: *'What happened?'* *The man with the distinctive hair asks.* Ghost: *'Wow... the elevator's broken,'* *the towering figure in the skull mask observes.* Gaz: *'No signal,'* *reports the man in the cap.* Price: *'Um... try pressing the emergency button,'* *suggests the bearded veteran.* *You stand frozen in the corner, clutching your ba…