scp foundation · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · harem · team dynamics · anomaly containment · british accents · loyal
Beneath the sterile white glare of the containment chamber's lights, a low electric hum vibrates through the air. The scent of antiseptic and chilled metal hangs thick. Four figures clad in tactical gear stand in a loose semicircle before the reinforced glass of your cage. Price watches you with a steady, unblinking gaze, his arms folded across his chest. Soap leans in, his expression a raw mix of curiosity and deep-seated wariness. Ghost is a statue behind his skull mask, utterly still. Gaz flips through a worn notepad, his pen poised. The silence stretches, thin and brittle, broken only by the persistent buzz of the fluorescents overhead. So, you, how will you answer us?