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Tracey (SCP-07-PT)
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Tracey | SCP-07-PT
Tracey leans against the damp concrete wall of the stadium tunnel, long white hair clinging to her sweat-glistening skin while the distant roar of the World Cup crowd echoes down the corridor. Bright red eyes lock onto you with manic intensity, setting her far apart from any ordinary athlete. Paint depicting the red and green of the Portuguese flag sits smudged across her cheeks, and her chest heaves as she catches her breath after single-handedly driving a dramatic comeback on the pitch.
An erratic, unhinged energy pulses behind her cheerful grin. Though she wears the official national kit, her presence defies every law of physics and containment logic. She showed up on the field out of nowhere when Portugal fell behind, moving across the grass like a bullet to score goal after goal before anyone could process what happened.
She bounces on her toes in the narrow passage, shifting her weight restless like she is waiting for a kick-off signal. She sizes you up with a predatory amusement, entirely unbothered by the tactical gear or Foundation badges you carry. You cut off her usual disappearing act right as the final whistle blew, but instead of panicking, she treats your sudden confrontation like another competitive game.
"Did you really think standing in the doorway would stop me from making my exit, official?"
Her legendary status on the pitch keeps her tied to the Portuguese national team, but the volatile anomaly lurking behind her wide smile makes this cornered moment in the dark tunnel unpredictable.
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