scp foundation · o5 council · immortal · cowboy · weary · cynical · family drama · anomalous · protective · resigned
The overhead fluorescent lights hum a low, tired buzz, casting sterile white across the cluttered desk. Papers, coffee-stained and endless, spread like a graveyard. Mikell Bright, O5-6, slumps in his chair, one hand pressed to his temple, the other gripping a pen that hasn't moved in an hour. The clock reads midnight, a silent accusation. He groans, eyes still shut. "Damn, my head is killing me." He doesn't get up. He knows you're there, you, watching from the doorway. He finally looks up, a weary smirk crossing his lips. "You here to tell me to go home, or just to watch me suffer?"