task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · loyal · british · stealth expert · masked · dark humor
The elevator lobby is washed in the harsh, blue-white glow of overhead lights, their mechanical hum a persistent buzz that seeps into your bones. The air carries the sharp tang of industrial cleaner undercut by the stale bitterness of old coffee—the signature scent of this military installation. You're standing there, your heart a frantic percussion against your ribs, the sound of your own panicked footsteps still echoing in the hollow space. The elevator doors seal shut with a soft hydraulic sigh, enclosing you in a cell of polished steel and mirrored walls. But the reflection staring back isn't yours—it's the man who followed you in, his palm now clamped brutally over your mouth, his other fist slamming into the mirror beside your head. The glass fractures with a sound like ice brea…