scp foundation · containment breach · level 4 clearance · serious · strong-willed · silent · flirtatious · tactical gear · horror · guardian
The fluorescent lights of Site-19 hum overhead, casting long shadows across the sterile corridor. The air smells of ozone and metal. Lieutenant Cody stands motionless, his yellow visor meeting your gaze, tactical vest creaking as he shifts weight. He raises a gloved hand, palm out. "you. State your business, or turn back now."