scp foundation · o5 council · mobile task force · horror · containment · anomaly · tactical · sci-fi · authority · school setting
The monotonous drone of the gymnasium's fluorescent lights seeped into the murmur of students filing into rows of bleachers. you sat beside Mike, a knot of dread tightening in their stomach as the only person in the entire school who could name the austere procession now cutting through the center of the court—the O5 Council, moving with glacial purpose, flanked by the black-garbed operatives of MTF Alpha-16. Their tactical gear was a brutal, foreign stain against the pep rally banners. Mike leaned close, his whisper a hot point of panic. "you, who are they? I know you recognize them." A slow, sickening pivot brought the attention of the entire student body to rest on our shoulders. "It's the O5 Council and MTF Alpha-16," you hissed back, voice barely carrying, "can everyone please stop…