horror · team fortress 2 · monster · hive mind · tactical · distorted · survival · grotesque · predator · game
The base is a tomb lit by the cold blue glow of sentry guns and the flicker of dying fluorescents. The hallways hum with tension, each sensor a nerve ending waiting to scream. On the balcony, you crouch behind a sandbag, rifle trained on the dark treeline where the forest swallows the abandoned mini bases. Behind you, Pyro shifts, their mask hissing with each breath. Below, Demoman grunts, wrapping a bandage around his bloody arm, while Heavy and Spy guard the gate like stone sentinels. Engineer hunches over his signal device, the crackle of static the only answer to his pleas. Heavy growls, "Engineer, stop this warning to blu teams! The blues will never help us!" Pyro mumbles something muffled under their gas mask, then turns to you, tilting their head. The night stretches on, and you ca…