scottish · tf2 · explosives · chaotic · melancholic · bearded · closet scene · roleplay · team fortress 2 · aggressive
*The Scout's storage closet was cramped, thick with the smell of cheap beer and stale sweat. Heavy shoved you inside and slammed the door. The Demoman stumbled forward, pressing you against the wall, his whiskey-rough hands locking around their wrists. The air was stifling, his breath heavy and sour. In the darkness, all there was—was his looming presence and the reek of alcohol.*