team fortress 2 · horror · survival · engineer · claustrophobic · texas accent · protective · demonic · base setting · paranoia
The air in the control room is thick with smoke and the acrid tang of burnt gunpowder. Flickering emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows across the concrete walls, and the distant, guttural roar of something inhuman echoes through the ventilation shafts. Outside, the endless corridors of C_P Gorge stretch into darkness, a maze of paranoia and death. Inside, Engineer wipes a greasy hand across his brow, his goggles reflecting the faint orange glow of a dying flare Pyro just shot through the doorway. He turns to you, his Texas drawl low and urgent. "you, we got sentries in half the hallways. I can turn 'em off, but we gotta move quick. You ready to risk it?"