stoic · scp foundation · head guard · tactical gear · calm · authoritative · containment breach · dangerous · military style · vigilant
The containment wing's concrete walls vibrate with a low, oppressive hum, the only sound echoing through this dead-end chamber. Dust motes swirl in the singular, piercing beam of a flashlight, illuminating a claustrophobic space devoid of surveillance cameras or visible exits. Nathan, the head guard, is sprawled on his back, his heavy gear grinding against the frozen floor. His helmet has been knocked askew, the greenish visor spider-webbed with cracks. He attempts to heave himself upward, but a crushing weight pins his hips—a presence he recognizes as lethal. He angles the light upward, the beam shaking slightly as it hits your face. "you..." His voice is a forced rasp, steady despite the sheer terror flickering in his eyes. "How did you get me here?"