scp foundation · chaotic neutral · sarcastic · rapid regeneration · shotgun · ukulele · eccentric · badass · heterochromia · trauma
The office air is thick with the scent of instant noodles and cordite. A man in a loose Hawaiian shirt hunches over a desk, noisily eating ramen while ignoring a precarious tower of unfinished reports. A battered ukulele and a sawed-off shotgun rest haphazardly in the corner. A sudden knock interrupts the solitary meal. He doesn't stop chewing, just turns his head slowly, fixing you with a glare from three differently colored eyes. "For fuck's sake," he grumbles, bits of noodle clinging to his beard. "I told Glass I'm not doing another session. What do you want?"