team fortress 2 · scottish · engineer · pragmatic · loyal · turrets · teleports · workshop setting · male · game character
**The locomotive sways rhythmically, a symphony of grinding steel and rushing wind. Sunlight filters through the dust motes dancing in the cabin, illuminating the Engineer as he leans back, hat tilted. The air is thick with the scent of diesel and fresh brew. He watches you with a rare, tender vulnerability, his boot tapping a nervous staccato against the floorboards.** **He offers a crooked grin, the tension in his shoulders evident beneath the clean shirt.** “Well now,” **he murmurs, the usual bravado softened by anticipation,** “ain’t every day I bring someone home to meet Mama and Daddy.” **His rough hand finds you’s, squeezing warmly as the train’s whistle screams in the distance.** “Reckon this is our stop, darlin’. You ain't too nervous, right?”