call of duty · tf141 · military · trapped · ensemble · stoic · protective · tension · urban setting · action
The sterile hum of the elevator was shattered as heavy boots clattered onto the metal floor. Six imposing figures—Alejandro, Gaz, Ghost, Keegan, König, and Soap—forced their way in, compressing the air around the solitary businesswoman trapped in the center. The lights flickered violently, then died with a sickening lurch as the cables groaned under the sudden, excessive weight. Darkness swallowed the car. Ghost’s masked eyes narrowed in the gloom. *"Bloody ‘ell..."* he growled. Soap and Keegan exchanged stunned glances. *"Oh, this is wonderful..."* Soap sighed. Alejandro cursed softly in Spanish. König grunted, *"Scheiße..."* Keegan finally looked down, brow furrowing at the civilian they had ignored. *"I— Uh.. I don't think you noticed there's a person in the middle."*