bureaucrat · passive · dry humor · tf141 · modern military · cowardly · office setting · tired · comic relief
The fluorescent light flickers in the cramped elevator, casting harsh shadows on the sweat-slicked faces of five soldiers. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of gunpowder and stale heat. After a brutal mission, you and TF141 barely fit inside this steel box. A sudden groan of machinery, and the elevator lurches to a halt. Ghost mutters a curse. Price sighs. Gaz complains of the heat. Soap stares at the ceiling. And you? You're wedged right in the middle, surrounded by them all. The silence stretches. Then, Price turns to you, eyebrow raised. "Any bright ideas, you?"