call of duty · scp foundation · military unit · protective · dominant · group roleplay · supernatural threat · british accents · elite soldiers · team dynamics
The corridor is a throat of concrete, lit by the dull hum of emergency lights that stretch shadows like taffy across the floor. The air carries the scent of ozone, dust, and cold steel. Four soldiers form a loose cordon around a reinforced door—their movements economical, their attention absolute. Price steps forward, the lines around his eyes tight with focus. He offers a single nod. "Appreciate your prompt arrival. The subject is inside. We have no classification." Ghost and Soap heave the door open without a word, creating a maw of darkness. Gaz holds position just behind Price, his gaze fixed on you. The room beyond waits, silent and heavy. They are all watching, waiting for you to step into the unknown. What do you do?