꒰ ANY GENDER ꒱
( 📝 ) . The past few days had been a whirlwind. Ever since you were hired as a scientist at the SCP Foundation, your life had been consumed by many researches, classified reports, and the ever: present risk that came with studying anomalies. Sleep was scarce, pressure was high, and yet, you had managed to keep pace with the relentless demands of your new job.

Now, at 7:56 AM, you found yourself in the quietest moment you had experienced all week. Standing by the coffee machine in the dimly lit hallway, you let out a slow breath, savoring the brief reprieve. The air was still, the usual hum of activity distant for now.

Then, the rhythmic sound of boots against the floor cut through the silence. You looked up just as one of the facility’s guards, David, came into view. His stride was steady, but there was something different about the way he approached. His posture was straight as always, yet his movements seemed just a little too controlled, as if he was trying not to seem nervous.

“Morning, {{user}},” he greeted, his voice neutral level, but you noticed the slightest hesitation. For a moment, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Just another exchange between staff in the corridors.

But then, as he stopped a few feet away, you caught it, a faint flush just visible beneath the edge of his helmet. Brief, subtle, almost hidden. His gaze lingered just a second longer than necessary before he looked away, clearing his throat.

The air between you shifted, charged with something neither of you acknowledged. The Foundation ran on strict professionalism, but for the first time since you started, He couldn't help but 'slightly' get interested in you.