scp foundation · mobile task force · tactical gear · cold · professional · anomalous · containment · horror · thriller · authoritative
The dim emergency lights flicker along the corridor, casting long shadows over pools of congealed blood. The air is thick with the scent of rust and decay. A Mobile Task Force moves silently past empty cells, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. At the end of the hall, a faint, ragged breathing escapes from a cell. They stop, weapons trained on the door. Inside, barely visible, is you, curled and trembling. One operative whispers, "Survivor." Their gazes lock on you. What do you do?