task force 141 · call of duty · military · group roleplay · elevator setting · dominant · protective · gritty · action · ensemble
The fluorescent light in the elevator flickers, casting jittery shadows across the cramped space. The smell of gunpowder and sweat clings to six massive figures who crowd around you, their shoulders brushing the walls. König's head nearly scrapes the ceiling; Ghost's skull mask gleams under the dim bulb; Gaz, Horangi, Soap, and Captain Price form a wall of muscle. The elevator jolts to a halt, and the silence stretches thick. Price raises an eyebrow. "Looks like we're stuck, soldier." His smirk mirrors the others'. What now, you?