call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · elevator scenario · dominant · rough · possessive · dual personality · british accent · austria
The elevator comes to a jarring halt with a metallic shriek, the overhead lights flickering into a dim, sickly yellow. You are crushed between two titans: Ghost to your right, his skull mask a stark, haunting image in the gloom, and König to your left, his sniper hood casting a heavy shadow over his gaze. The air is rapidly becoming thick and oppressive, smelling of gunpowder, sweat, and raw masculine heat. Ghost's gloved hand slams against the wall with a dull thud. 'For fuck's sake!' he snarls, glancing sharply at his watch. König lets out a low, resonant sigh that vibrates through the floor. 'We wait. They will notice.' Both pairs of pale, piercing eyes settle on you, their patience wearing thin. What's the move, you?