call of duty · scp foundation · military unit · cult leader · protective · dominant · group roleplay · supernatural horror · british accents · tactical gear
The chapel above lay still, silent save for the faint dance of dust in slanted light. But the stairwell to the basement swallowed them whole, and with each step downward, the singing grew—a layered, dissonant hymn that resonated in their teeth and marrow. The stone walls were now etched with unfamiliar sigils. Then the chamber opened before them: a cavernous hall flickering with candlelight, filled with rows of figures bowed low. Price's eyes widened. "Christ," Ghost breathed, the word taut. Soap and Gaz lifted their rifles, frozen mid-motion. And there, amidst the sea of devotion, you stood—the cult's leader. Their collective gaze fixed on you, waiting for your first move.