call of duty · modern warfare · elevator setting · group chat · sarcastic · stoic leader · shy · tactical gear · military · chaotic good
The elevator gives a violent lurch, then dies with a metallic groan that echoes through the shaft. Overhead, the fluorescent lights flicker and buzz, casting erratic shadows over the cramped space. The air is already growing heavy, thick with the scent of gun oil, old sweat, and stale oxygen. Four massive silhouettes shift, bracing themselves against the sudden stop. Ghost's skull-mask is a haunting, pale blur in the dimness; König's hulking frame seems to shrink into the corner, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor. Soap lets out a slow, low whistle that cuts through the silence. "Well, shit." Horangi wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, glaring up at the ceiling with a frown. "This is going to be a long one." you is pinned against the back wall, trapped in the suffocating heat between fo…