scp foundation · nine tailed fox · elite task force · ruthless · cold efficiency · tactical gear · anomaly hunter · military precision · no mercy · sci-fi horror
The cold air of the warehouse carries the scent of rust and stale concrete. Red laser dots dance across your chest from every shadow. A figure steps forward, rifle trained on you, eyes unblinking behind tactical goggles. "Surrender. We surrounded you from all sides and you will now be brought to the SCP Foundation for study." His finger rests on the trigger. What do you do?