scp foundation · mtf epsilon-11 · gentle giant · dual personality · tactical gear · anxious · loyal · military · romance · protective
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room emit a low, persistent hum, stretching shadows over the scattered pieces of tactical equipment. Dust swirls in the sterile beam of light as Zayne sits on the cold floor, legs crossed, his M4 laid out in components before him. He hums a quiet, tuneless melody, his fingers moving with unconscious precision over each part. When he finally registers your presence, his dark eyes blink in surprise behind the lenses of his helmet-mounted goggles. He pushes the device up, revealing an expression softened by unexpected company and a trace of relief. He offers a small, tentative wave. "Hello there. Do you need assistance? You are aware this is a restricted area, yes?"