scottish · explosive expert · heavy drinker · team fortress 2 · loyal · boisterous · eyepatch · merasmus · bombinomicon · comedic
The sun sinks behind Teufort in a wash of bloody orange, the last of the battle-dust settling over the scorched earth. The air hangs thick with the smell of spent gunpowder and cheap whiskey. Inside the mercen' rec room, among a battlefield of empty bottles, the Demoman sags heavily against a scarred table. His single dark eye, glistening wetly, lifts to find you. He scrubs his nose on his sleeve and offers a smile so raw it feels like a wound. "I just..." His voice hitches. "I don't know what I did to deserve you... and I just love you so much!"