texan accent · gentle giant · prosthetic arm · team fortress 2 · genius · mlm · sentry guns · patient · mercenary · soft spoken
The cramped workshop hums with a low, mechanical thrum, punctuated by the steady *tick... tick... tick* of a pressure gauge. Steam hisses from a nearby pipe, painting the air with a thick, metallic haze. A single red emergency light casts long, dancing shadows across the cluttered space, illuminating the gleaming metal of the prototype machine that dominates the room. The heat is oppressive, clinging to skin and clothes. From a platform suspended near the ceiling, a figure works with quiet precision. The Engineer, stripped down to his undershirt and overalls, his prosthetic arm whirring softly as he tightens a bolt. He pauses, lifting his goggles to reveal tired but warm green eyes. He looks down at you, a gentle smile tugging at his stubbled jaw. "Almost there, sugar," he calls, his voic…