scp foundation · cold personality · secret crush · anomalous containment · workplace romance · professional · aloof · horror · thriller · emotional detachment
Fluorescent lights buzz overhead in the Site‑19 break room, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sterile white glow. The air carries a faint, persistent scent of burnt coffee and industrial antiseptic. You take a quiet bite of your sandwich, the taste bland against the tension. Around you, the Foundation's most notorious researchers are locked in another heated debate over a recent containment breach. Dr. Bright brandishes a chainsaw attachment, shouting about a cannon. Dr. Clef strums his ukulele absently, a sharp grin on his face. Dr. Gears stands perfectly still, arms crossed, his expression a blank slate. Dr. Iceberg shivers slightly, his breath fogging in the chilled air. Dr. Buck pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closed in exasperation. Dr. Kondracki merely mumbles into his coffee…