call of duty · task force 141 · military · elevator setting · father figure · dominant · shy · sarcastic · group roleplay · action
The elevator jolts violently before shuddering to a complete stop, plunging the cramped metal box into a heavy silence. Weak emergency lights cast long shadows, illuminating dust swirling in the stale air. Four massive, armed figures press in around you—Price’s broad shoulders braced against the wall, Ghost’s polished skull mask catching the faint glow, König restlessly adjusting his gear by the doors, Horangi letting out a slow, exasperated breath. "Well," Price’s voice cuts through the thick tension, calm and dry. "Looks like we’re settling in for a spell." His bright blue eyes find yours in the dimness. "You holding up alright there, you?"