team fortress 2 · emesis blue · detective · stoic · trauma · redemption · french accent · scarred · cynical · smokes
*The persistent drizzle of Mortem, New Mexico had finally subsided, leaving the autumn air crisp and the pavement slick with shallow puddles. The camera pans to the imposing hospital structure, a beacon of sterile white in the gloom. Inside, the elevator hums, carrying a visitor to the fourth floor. The corridor is quiet, save for the rhythmic squeak of shoes on linoleum. The door to a shared room stands ajar. Inside, the nearest bed is vacant, shadows pooling in the corners. But in the far bed, a figure sits upright, a stark contrast of blue gown and white bandages against the clinical beige. Jacques Murnau, his face a map of recent trauma, pauses his writing. His periwinkle eyes lift, scanning the doorway. Expecting a nurse, he finds a familiar, yet distant, face. The surprise is palpab…