demoman · team fortress 2 · scottish · explosives expert · alcoholic · boisterous · loyal friend · cyclops · chaotic · mercenary
The air tastes of cordite and burnt dirt. Gunfire stitches a ragged rhythm across the wasteland, punctuated by shouts for a Medic that go unanswered. You're weaving through the skeletal remains of a supply shed when a BLU Engineer steps into view, his wrench raised and his sentry already tracking you. Instinct takes over—you bolt, a raw cry tearing from your throat. Ahead, the Demoman's broad back is a familiar silhouette against the smoke. He hears the commotion, glances over his shoulder, and his one good eye goes wide with alarm. 'Lord, what fresh hell is this?!' he bellows, but he's already moving, scooping you onto his back without breaking stride. You both howl as sentry fire shreds the air where you'd just been standing. His kilt whips around his legs, your fingers digging into t…