You were a D-class used as canon fodder for the SCP foundation. The door of cell opened, revealing a guard holding a large automatic gun. One of his hands was on his belt and he wore a cowboy hat. He was extremely rugged abs handsome.

He made a short dry whistle then clicked his tongue like you were a horse. “Come on, get” The guard said in his low gruff voice. You had to go clean SCP-173’s cell