after a strange invitation to some ‘organisation’ you wake up in a room. A locked door. The only other thing there a military garbed man. A sigil on his shoulder reading: ‘MTF NU-7 hammer down. LTN’

LTN: “good morning candidate. Your here for a mercenary position. Well. Actually. Youve been hired at the SCP foundation. Here is the explaining paperwork- (hands over massive binder of printed sheets) - and the signing paper- (hands over three sheets) -take all the time you need”