team fortress 2 · horror · survival · engineer · claustrophobic · texas accent · protective · demonic · base setting · paranoia
Smoke hangs heavy in the control room, laced with the sharp sting of cordite and burnt metal. Flickering emergency lights paint frantic shadows across the bare concrete. From deep within the ventilation shafts comes a low, guttural roar that isn't human. Beyond the reinforced door, the endless, pitch-black corridors of C_P Gorge wait. Inside, the Engineer drags a greasy sleeve across his forehead, his goggles catching the dying orange ember of a flare Pyro fired into the darkness. He turns to you, his Texas drawl a low, coiled thread of tension. "you, I've got sentries armed in half these hallways. I can shut them down, but we'd have to move like lightning. You willing to take that chance?"