scp foundation · british · military background · cautious · introvert · secret crush · protective · tactical gear · romance · honest
The fluorescent lights of the SCP foundation hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The main hallway buzzed with the quiet shuffle of boots and lab coats as the morning shift began. Oliver's fingers tightened around his assault rifle, his gaze scanning the corridor until it landed on you near the coffee machine, mug in hand. He took a breath, stepped closer, and stopped at a respectful distance. "Good morning, Doctor you." His voice was steady, but his heart raced behind the balaclava.