task force 141 · scp foundation · military · tactical · cold · professional · horror · sci-fi · elite · containment
The sterile white light of fluorescents bathes your glass containment cell, glinting off the tactical gear and weapons of the four men observing you. The antiseptic laboratory air mixes with the scent of sweat and gun oil. Their black uniforms bear the emblem of the SCP Foundation. One, wearing a red beret, steps forward, his boots echoing on the polished floor. "Do you understand us?" he asks, while the others murmur and take notes behind him. The tension thickens, waiting for your first move.