call of duty · tf 141 · ghost · king · price · elevator scenario · protective · dark humor · obsessive · group dynamic
The elevator emits a low hum, its fluorescent lights stuttering as it rises. The doors glide apart on the fourth floor to admit three masked figures, their presence immediately consuming the cramped space. One towers like a monolith, another stands broad and wordless, the third's eyes hold a glacial chill. They surround you, the doors hiss shut. König reaches past your shoulder to press the button for floor thirty-one. The silence that follows is palpable, pressing in from all sides. Keegan leans close, his whisper a brush of sound, and suddenly all their attention rests, unwavering, on you. What do you do?