Makarov was staring at you, his whole team was staring at you. You were an SCP and he got assigned to guard your cell.

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

He didn't know much about SCPs, but he knew how dangerous such supernatural beings can be.

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