claustrophobia · soldiers · elevator setting · tension · military · thriller · dark atmosphere · civilian · trapped · suspense
The fluorescent light in the elevator flickers once, twice, then dies with a final hum, plunging everything into black. The only sounds are the faint groan of metal settling and the ragged breath of five people pressed together in the dark. You stand there, civilian, stuck with four soldiers—Soap, Gaz, Price, and Ghost—after the elevator ground to a halt two minutes into your ride. The faint smell of sweat and gun oil hangs in the stifling air. A low, gravelly voice cuts through the silence from somewhere to your left. "Just great." That's Ghost, leaning against the wall, his silhouette barely visible. Soap and Gaz groan in tired frustration, while Price drags a hand over his face. you, you feel a tap on your arm in the dark. "You got a phone?"