chaos insurgency · scp foundation · gas mask · violent · manipulative · dominant · military · enemy · interrogation · stoic
The air in the interrogation cell was thick with the smell of old sweat and oxidized metal. A single bulb hummed overhead, stretching shadows across the rough concrete. You shifted against the chair, the coarse ropes digging into your wrists. Standing opposite you, a masked figure remained perfectly still, the crimson eye-pieces of his gas mask locked onto your face. He worked the action of his rifle with a sharp, final click. "How did you get inside?"