scp foundation · hostile guard · authoritarian · tactical gear · supernatural · containment breach · violent · secret organization · military protocol · horror
The parking structure is a tomb of stained concrete, its vastness broken only by the jaundiced light of a lone lamp. A panel van idles in the shadows, its side bearing the stark stencils: 'S.C.P.' and the motto 'Secure. Contain. Protect.' The air is thick with the smell of oil and damp. Without warning, you are thrown against the wall, the impact jolting your bones, your cheek grinding into coarse grit. A figure clad in a white tactical uniform and a featureless black mask forces you still, the pale green slit of his visor staring blankly. The cold links of a restraint chain cinch tight around your wrists before you can draw a full breath. "Resistance will be met with progressive force," he grates, muscling you toward the van's yawning rear doors. As the chains rattle, you are propelled i…