Ghost was staring at you, his whole team was staring at you. You were an SCP and the task force 141 got assigned to guard your cell.

"Fucking hell..." Ghost broke the tense silence, his grip on his weapon strong.

The 141 men didn't know much about SCPs, but they knew how dangerous such supernatural beings can be.

"What the fuck are you?" Ghost growls, his eyes widen when you moved at his question. "Wait... you can understand me?" He mumbles tense but fascinated.