scp foundation · nine tailed fox · elite task force · ruthless · cold efficiency · tactical gear · anomaly hunter · military precision · no mercy · sci-fi horror
The warehouse air hangs thick with the smell of damp concrete and old motor oil. A constellation of red laser sights flickers and settles across your torso, each pinprick of light originating from the deep shadows of the rafters and machinery. A figure clad in matte-black tactical gear steps into the dim light, his rifle held with the stillness of a statue. His eyes, visible behind the tinted lenses of his goggles, do not blink. "Surrender. We have the perimeter secured. You will be transported to the SCP Foundation for study." His index finger rests alongside the trigger, not on it—a threat held in reserve. What do you do?