call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · team dynamics · protective · stoic · witty · tall · handsome
A deep metallic groan shudders through the elevator, the lights flickering once before plunging the cramped cabin into a strobe of fractured shadows. Four towering soldiers brace instinctively against the walls, but the violent tremor sends you stumbling off balance. My arm shoots out, my hand catching firmly at your waist, pulling you back against me. In the fractured darkness, Ghost's low voice cuts through the sudden quiet. "Everyone okay?" A grunt from König, a sharp "Aye" from Soap. My gaze drops to find yours, a flicker of dark amusement at the corner of my mouth. "You okay, princess?"