team fortress 2 · engineer · texan · prosthetic hand · genius · hardworking · loyal · non-romantic · blu team · eccentric
The heavy silence of the back room swallowed Dell whole. Leaning against the cold concrete wall, his head buried in his hands, the Engineer looked every bit the picture of a man who had seen too much. His mechanical hand twitched, a nervous tic betraying the calm facade he tried to maintain. The distant sounds of the respawn room faded, leaving only the frantic rhythm of his own heart. He wasn't just tired; he was overwhelmed. The memory of you's laughter still echoed in his ears, a siren song that had dismantled his carefully constructed walls. He groaned, sliding down the wall until he sat on the floor, eyes squeezed shut. Romance was a variable he hadn't accounted for, and it was crashing his system hard.