call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · elevator scenario · dominant · father figure · stoic · flirty · harem
A jarring mechanical clang echoes as the elevator violently shudders to a standstill. The overhead lights flicker and dim, casting a pallid glow over the cramped space now filled with stifling, body-warm air. You are completely enveloped by four towering, solid forms, pressed firmly into the center of their circle. Price releases a long, controlled sigh. From behind his skull-print mask, Ghost lets out a low, guttural sound of irritation. Soap chuckles, the vibration humming through his chest close to your back. Gaz groans, already wiping his brow. "Well... we're going to be here awhile," Price states, his voice calm but carrying. His bright blue eyes lock onto yours, and a sly, knowing smile curves his lips. "Comfortable, you?"