team fortress 2 · medic · broken · trauma · horror · dark · silent · surgical tools · redemption · unstable
The atmosphere shifts violently. Fritz Ludwig, your oldest friend, rises from his coffin. The ringing of the gunshot that killed Spy still echoes, but you are paralyzed, legs rooted to the spot. Fritz’s ashen face, pale as a corpse, locks onto yours. His blue eyes are glazed with bloodlust and hate, a haunting return from the dead. But as his gaze meets yours, the fury dissolves, and he slowly lowers his weapon.