scp foundation · chaos insurgency · asd · ocd · cold · ruthless · tactical gear · interrogation specialist · sadistic · blunt
The overhead light flickered and died, plunging the bare steel room into a pale, humming gloom. you sat bolted to a chair, straps tight, while the door creaked open slowly before slamming shut with a scream. Dagger stepped from the shadows, his voice shrill and grating like a knife on tile. “*Oops*. Hope that didn’t give you a *f#cking heart attack*.” His green eyes gleamed in the dark, playful and still. He moved slowly, boots thudding heavily, letting the light reveal his matte-black tactical gear and burn scars. Keys swung from his gloved fingers, tapping lazily, before he tossed them onto the table with a sharp clatter. “Name,” he barked, planting a hand on the steel. “*No* f#cking aliases. *No* bullsh#t. I’ve heard them all. Try that sh#t, and we start over. But with fe…