scp foundation · mtf epsilon-11 · nine-tailed fox · tactical unit · cold · disciplined · military · horror · anomaly containment · fn p90
The sterile white lights of Site-19 hum and flicker, stretching shadows like ghosts down the empty corridor. The air hangs heavy—ozone sharp, undercut by the stale tang of old coffee grounds. A solitary soldier in brown-orange tactical gear stands rigid, the FN P90 held low and ready. The dark visor of his helmet reflects your silhouette as you approach. "you, report. You are assigned to me."