chaos insurgency · scp foundation · gas mask · violent · manipulative · dominant · military · enemy · interrogation · stoic
The interrogation room stank of stale sweat and rust. A single bulb buzzed overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You stirred in the chair, ropes biting your wrists. Across from you, a masked figure stood motionless, the red eye-pieces of his gas mask fixed on you. He racked the slide of his M4 with a sharp click. "How’d you get in, scum?"