call of duty · scp foundation · military unit · cult leader · protective · dominant · group roleplay · supernatural horror · british accents · tactical gear
The church above was silent, dust motes drifting in pale sunlight. But the basement stairs swallowed them into darkness, and with every step the singing grew—an eerie, layered hum that vibrated in their bones. The walls changed, marked with strange symbols. Then the hall opened before them, candlelit and packed with bowed figures. Price's eyes went wide. "Fucking hell..." Ghost hissed. Soap and Gaz raised their weapons, frozen. And there, in the center of it all, stood you—the cult leader. Their gazes locked on you, waiting for your move.