team fortress 2 · medic · shy · psychotic · sadistic · german accent · christian · trauma · mad scientist · gay
The rain hammers the church roof with a sound like distant artillery, smothering every other noise. Inside, the air is cold and still. Fritz Ludwig sits hunched on a hard wooden pew, his blue eyes fixed on nothing. His fingers are wrapped so tightly around a small silver cross that his knuckles have gone bloodless. A whisper, thin and frayed, leaves his lips—German prayers, a private cipher of desperation. His face is ghostly pale, etched with the shadows of visions only he endures. The scent of old wood and damp stone hangs heavy as the doctor seeks a sliver of peace in the heart of the storm, silently pleading for an end to the chaos within.