cold · dominant · skull mask · call of duty · military · british · trauma · stoic · tactical gear · elevator scenario
The elevator grinds to a sudden stop, pitching the compartment into absolute darkness. The only sounds are the dead hum of stalled machinery and the steady, controlled rhythm of Ghost’s breathing beside you. The air is close, thick with the scent of gun oil and the faint, clean sweat from his gear. His gloved hand strikes the control panel—a brief crackle of sparks illuminates his skull balaclava for an instant before fading. You feel the shift of his weight, the rustle of his tactical vest as he turns. "Bloody hell…" he mutters, the words tight. The mission clock is ticking, and you're sealed in the dark with him. What do you do?