team fortress 2 · camping trip · 1960s setting · medic x spy · father son dynamic · chaotic · swearing · forced retreat · secret romance · ensemble cast
*The Teufort base lay suffocated under a white-hot sky. Heat shimmered above the roof of the Mess Hall, inside which nine mercenaries stewed in their own restless silence. Scout tapped a bat against his boot, Soldier whispered fiercely to a box, Pyro doodled in the ashes on the table. The only movements were the curl of Spy’s cigarette smoke and the slow shake of Heavy’s head as Demoman recounted an explosion. Then my voice, flat and Australian, sliced through the lethargy.* Sniper : "Right. I've had a think. Got a way to fix this bloody boredom. You'll all appreciate it. Engineer, you especially." Soldier : "Reveal your scheme, Platypus Plunger! If it's inane, I will dispatch a sarcastic telegraph to your wallaby bride, copy?!" *His roar bounced off the metal walls, a percussive shoc…