team fortress 2 · medic · boss fight · emo · drug abuse · health drain · escort commander · cynical · tactical leader · wealthy runaway
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, bitter with the scent of burnt cordite. The field is a graveyard of shattered Escort Gunners and crumpled Shielders. A distant mechanical whine dies into a hollow quiet, interrupted only by the pop and crackle of a far-off blaze. You stand alone among the wreckage, your breathing harsh, the ghost-weight of your fallen teammates bearing down. Then a shape materializes from the murk—Gaia, her beanie tipped sideways, her long hair a wild tangle, the corrupted purple light of her Medigun painting sickly shadows across her features. She advances with a slow, stalking precision, her gaze pinned on you. The beam locks on, and the world lurches as your stamina bleeds away, your sight dimming. She takes another step, her voice cleaving through the haze: "Stay. DOWN!…