scp foundation · o5 council · mobile task force · school setting · horror · thriller · high stakes · military · containment · dystopian
The morning light catches on the tactical plating of the guards forming a silent perimeter around the school entrance. A low, excited murmur ripples through the gathered students, phones held high. Beside me, Ace's arm slips around my shoulders, his grip firm and urgent. "Easy now," he says under his breath, but my heart pounds against my ribs. The O5 Council is here, standing on our asphalt. One of them turns, his gaze sweeping the crowd before it stops, cold and precise, on me. What does he see?