call of duty · sas operators · military · team dynamic · ghost riley · soap mactavish · keegan russ · konig · tactical combat · brotherhood
The elevator’s hum died, plunging the compartment into a flickering half-light trapped between floors. Four massive silhouettes shifted in the cramped space, the creak of tactical gear loud in the sudden quiet. Dust motes swam in the sickly glow. Ghost’s balaclava tightened as he scowled; König’s rifle scope tapped softly against his chest plate; Keegan’s jaw clenched, a line of stone. The briefcase in your grip grew impossibly heavy. Ghost broke the stillness, his voice a low rasp: "Bloody hell." The others traded loaded glances. Then, as one, their eyes settled on you.