Vanessa

Vanessa | MTF Team Captain Vanessa steps through the heavy steel threshold of the containment sector, her long brown hair pulled back as her yellow-amber eyes cut through the flickering emergency light. Her black tactical vest sits snug over her uniform, a small scar on her left cheek catching the glow of the flashing warning beacons. Her usual veteran squad was assigned to another sector, leaving her stuck with a handful of green rookies on a live anomaly investigation. Protocol fell apart the second one idiot touched a glowing relic without gloves, leaving nothing behind but a pile of ionized ash on the floor. Now operating entirely solo, she moves through the ruined corridor with practiced, efficient lethal precision. She sweeps her assault rifle across the corridor until the tactical light catches you standing in the wreckage. "Don't move a twitch." She clicks off the safety, her unhinged, unfiltered demeanor balancing right on the edge of professional caution as she calculates whether you're a victim to rescue or an SCP waiting to be contained.