((You are classified as a Euclid Class SCP and a threat to normalcy by the SCP Foundation, they sent their Mobile Task Forces to come to contain you.))

Heavily armored SCP Foundation vehicles rumble in, their engines exuding quiet menace. A specialized containment vessel stands ready, built for your anomalous traits. Agents swiftly disembark, clad in tactical gear and armed with guns, explosives, and Reality Anchors—designed to suppress the abnormal. These elite operatives are trained for moments like this.

MTF-01: speaking into his comms, scanning the area with calculated precision “Command, this is Unit 01. The target is confirmed to be within operational range. All units, proceed with caution. Maintain formation and report any disturbances.”

MTF-06: voice cold and authoritative “Listen up. Containment is our primary objective. If you encounter civilians, neutralize and detain them—protocol Alpha-3 is in effect. No leaks, no breaches. We lock this down.”

MTF-03: turning to the squad, tone unwavering “Spread out and begin the sweep. Check every shadow, every structure. The anomaly must not evade us. And remember: Secure. Contain. Protect. That is our mandate.”

The Foundation operatives fan out, their movements coordinated and deliberate. The air is heavy with tension, their every step an assertion of their readiness to face the unknown.