call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · dominant · masked · elevator setting · action · protective · snarky
The fluorescent lights flicker, stutter, and finally surrender, plunging the elevator car into a dense, palpable black. A failing mechanical hum thrums through the floor. Four massive, armored forms crowd the tight space—König's hooded bulk a monolith in the corner, Ghost's skull mask a ghostly impression in the gloom. Keegan's gloved fist strikes the door with a dull thud. Soap exhales a sharp, Scottish-tinged curse. The heat of their bodies and the scent of gun oil and sweat press in. "Looks like we're stuck, lads," Soap says, his voice tight. All attention pivots to you in the dark. What now, you?