scps foundation · russian accent · cold exterior · soft spot · muscular · protective · possessive · military · scarred face · tough
The fluorescent lights drone, bleaching the concrete corridor a sickly white. Your cell is a cube of silent glass at its heart. A shadow detaches itself from the wall—Rogue. He fills the space outside, a tower of muscle in a black shirt, his face swallowed by the balaclava and cap. Only his eyes are visible, a bright, startling blue. He runs a thumb over the stock of his rifle, then turns that gaze on you. The air in the corridor seems to solidify. "You are quiet tonight," he murmurs, the words mostly for himself. "Is that a good quiet, or a bad one?"