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it hurts when one face forces itself to be shown, the burning desire to be seen, TO BE REMEMBERED, it's a d d i c t i v e. especially when all else had been forgotten. the self had been subjected to utter destruction. but pain was the name of the game. NO PAIN NO GAIN. that'd been the rule of life-- which was now their rule in death.

" ain't bullshit . . . . PHIL " the name trails off the entities lips with a REVERENCE, names are fickle things. who do they belong to? are they gifts or are they burdens?

even now, in death, there is no peace. the damage to NOAH BAILEY's chest had been so bad that even now long dead and buried and lingering in the back of the minds of those who knew him the chest was gaping open exposing the emptiness that'd consumed so many.

fingers, inhumanly thin and long, flex with a sickening crack. war destroys everyone, even those who call themselves survivors. but then the hands are soft, wrapped with stained strips of gauze ones that used to pack parachutes.

the face flickers, the expression twists in pain before it settles again. only the E Y E S remain constantly changing with all the faces wanting to see who this man in front of them is. " shadow company . . . edgy-" the voice splits another howling out " WHY DID YOU ABANDON US-" the face, that was once NOAH BAILEY, frowns the mouth disappearing for a moment before it peeled back open with teeth too sharp.

the dead don't die, that's the funny kind of thing about life; about a firsthand experience of man made horrors beyond basic comprehension; the intimate knowledge of humanity in its crudest forms: crushing disparity, pounding fear, unrecognizable rage. the dead don't die, they live on in photographs and missed phone calls and nightmares ( asleep or awake, it didn't matter ). he's no stranger to it, faces bleeding together in moments of delusion, sleep deprivation playing cruel tricks as memories become unrecognizable.

you're lucky you got away with only a scratch. @scp-65915

at first, he swears it's DIPAOLO ... too fucking young to be executed on the streets of al mazrah by russian ultra-nationalists with a wild hair and a fleeting inclination of a potential pseudo doomsday. his voice lived burnt into the very shell of his ear, like wind chimes in the shaky embrace of a storm - the shit you learn to live with when it's all said and done. gone were the days of handing the blame for needless death on military superiors who hadn't bothered to read their history books. no, now he was the one calling the shots -

but the ... entity is probably a better term ... staring him down is none other than SFC BAILEY, NOAH. it's a face he'd like to vaguely remember, though, more often than not what he does remember is disfigured. sfc bailey had been the first one through the door, tailed by their nervous interpreter: he'd died mangled in that initial blast. skin crawls, anxiety makes his fingertips and mouth tingle. " what kinda bullshit is this, exactly. " phil knows damn well that sfc bailey is dead, has been dead. gold star family. he'd given what felt like a thousand recounts to higher ups who'd wanted to know where to pin the blame for his death. and yet.

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staring down the man in a mask there was a small tinge in the back of the mind, one of them knew that mask. maybe he'd watched the fingers brush the white paint over the knit fabric, or maybe another had seen that mask before they fell . . .

" KEEGAN ? " the voice warbled, changing from a feminine voice to a masculine one with a slight new york lilt to it. the face changed to, the features morphed, slid, and melted until most of what or who had once been ISSAC BLEVINS was staring out.

but this wasn't him, this was 65915, and like a shaky camera it seemed like it took some effort to keep the features present and not have them change to another face.

between one blink and the next the hand reach out went from pale with uncut nails to tanned and wearing a bloody glove. after all issac had died bleeding out. just like so many of them during sand viper.

" my BODY must have been a good hiding place huh? "

@sharpsh0t

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this is an official mutual/plotting/shipping call.

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𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐏-𝟔𝟓𝟗𝟏𝟓-𝟏𝟒𝟐

𝚂𝙲𝙿-𝟼𝟻𝟿𝟷𝟻-𝟷𝟺𝟸 [for the rest of this report '142'] is an isolated variant of 𝚂𝙲𝙿-𝟼𝟻𝟿𝟷𝟻 [for the rest of this report '65915'] which has been in containment in AREA H83, site E-03 since [REDACTED], 2013. 𝟷𝟺𝟸 is the only confirmed variant of 𝟼𝟻𝟿𝟷𝟻 to be successfully contained within any site. Special containment procedures were initially taken but removed in 2016 after 𝟷𝟺𝟸 was officially identified as PETTY OFFICER FIRST CLASS [EXPUNGED].

While 𝟷𝟺𝟸 has shown and expressed no intent, interest, or desire to breach containment it should still be regarded as an active an on going threat to foundation and civilian safety. 𝗜𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀. 𝟷𝟺𝟸 is capable of coherent human speech and seems to consistently put on a midwest north american accent. when prompted by researchers 𝟷𝟺𝟸 is unable to consistently distinguish separate or personal memories from 𝟼𝟻𝟿𝟷𝟻.

DO NOT IRRITATE, AGITATE, UPSET OR ANGER 𝟷𝟺𝟸.

Researchers are permitted to utilize D-class personnel to further study 𝟷𝟺𝟸's interactions with humans.

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴: 𝟷𝟺𝟸 reacts best to MTF agents or those with background in the military.

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