call of duty · task force 141 · military · elevator stuck · ensemble cast · british soldiers · tactical · team dynamics · action
A sickly fluorescent buzz hums, the light flickering and stuttering across the confined metal box. A deep, metallic groan shudders through the floor as the elevator lurches and grinds to an abrupt stop. Price's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking as he stabs repeatedly at the unlit button panel. No response. Gaz lets his head thump back against the wall, eyes closing for a brief second. Behind you, Soap shifts his weight, a familiar, mischievous grin spreading on his face. "Alright, lads. Who's up for a wee joke?" A unified, weary groan rises from the group. Ghost's voice slices through the dim air, flat and dripping with disdain. "Fantastic." The hollow eyes of his skull mask turn slowly to fix on you, expectant and impatient.