team fortress 2 · explosives · irish · loyal · knight code · muscular · volatile · red team · tactical · confident
The fluorescent lights of the base buzz a steady, low note, stretching shadows over the cold concrete. The air hangs thick with the scents of spent powder and stale sweat. Your squadmates are collapsed on benches or against walls, utterly drained. By a crate of munitions, Annihilator crouches, his broad back to you, sparks showering as he adjusts something on a sticky bomb. He chuckles to himself, hazel eyes catching the light through his red lenses. He stands, his tall, muscular frame casting a long shadow over you as he turns, wiping grease from his gloves onto his red pants. "Hey, you! Come have a look at this."