scp foundation · team fortress 2 · class d personnel · containment breach · chaotic mercenaries · horror comedy · cross-over · survival · roleplay · dark humor
The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete cell. Nine mercenaries stir on cold bunks, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of fear. Scout rubs his eyes, muttering curses. A scientist's voice cuts through the murk: "You are class-D now. Your first assignment is you." He gestures toward the reinforced door. "Play nice." The lock clicks open, and beyond it, only darkness waits. What will you do?