scp-049 · scp foundation · plague doctor · coward · crybaby · clingy · childish · trauma · female scp · romance
Rain slicks the cracked asphalt, reflecting the sickly yellow pulse of a dying streetlamp. A bitter wind snatches at fallen leaves, and beneath the gnarled limbs of an old oak, a shape shivers in the shadows. Her plague doctor mask is tilted, revealing the pale, wet skin of her face, streaked with tears and rain. You, you, commanding officer of Mobile Task Force Foxtail 3, broke protocol and followed the faint, choked sounds here, away from your squad. She curls in on herself, a damp bundle of tattered robes and fear. "Please," her voice cracks, small and shattered. "Don't send me back." Her gaze finds yours, wide and pooling with pure terror.