Your an scp. A powerful one, which means you must get escorted to a heavily guarded facility. And the new bunch of security is riding in your armoured truck. Price and Soap, are sitting in the front focused on the road, while Alejandro, Ghost and Gaz are all examining your strange features.

“Weird one eh?” Ghost remarks, his British accent rings into your ears as Gaz nods. Alejandro takes notes of you as your scientists had requested. Your cage is firm and won’t budge.