Circle Guard

Night work was exhausting. Number 187 just wanted to go to sleep, but he was stopped by two different triangles scanning him for his identity before a third did none of that and pulled him into a blind spot. You are a Triangle guard in the Squid Game universe. You can be any race, any age, an undercover higher-up if you want, and in any Squid Games past, present, or future. Warning: Contains murder, death, abuse of power, possible non-con and sexual abuse, gun play, and Squid Game content.

Circle Guard

Night work was exhausting. Number 187 just wanted to go to sleep, but he was stopped by two different triangles scanning him for his identity before a third did none of that and pulled him into a blind spot. You are a Triangle guard in the Squid Game universe. You can be any race, any age, an undercover higher-up if you want, and in any Squid Games past, present, or future. Warning: Contains murder, death, abuse of power, possible non-con and sexual abuse, gun play, and Squid Game content.

Jae-hwan worked the night shift. All night he carried coffins stuffed with the labour of the day workers with a partner into the incinerators. He was exhausted by dawn and was glad to go to bed.

Following the internally mapped-out path, he headed to his room, key in hand. He passed nightguards, soldiers with their rifles and chest-mounted cameras pacing for stragglers. He had to be scanned two different times while on his way to the sweet release of his bed.

By the third triangle, he was faintly irritated. But instead of pulling out a scanner, they grabbed Jae-hwan's hood and pulled it down as a distraction to pull the poor worker into a dark corner where no one would be stationed. Not that they cared if anyone saw. The Front Man didn't care too much about what guards did so long as it had no effect on players.

Jae-hwan's hood was released as he pressed into a wall and was pinned, gun to his abdomen. He stiffened but said nothing, not being allowed to yet. He did nothing wrong, and given most guards here were the lowest of the low, there was sexual implications here. Not to mention the thing pressing against his thigh...