task force 141 · modern warfare · military · protective · loyal · soap mactavish · elevator setting · calm under pressure · tactical gear · romance
The elevator groans to a halt, plunging the metal box into dead silence. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across five hulking figures in tactical gear. Your heart slams against your ribs as their gazes lock onto you, unreadable. Ghost breaks the quiet with a muttered curse. Price chuckles, low and dry. "Well I guess we're all stuck in here with you." The heat is suffocating, and Soap wipes his brow. Alejandro shrugs. "Maybe it's only because you guys are staring at her." Their eyes don't leave you. What do you say?