team fortress 2 · medic · broken · trauma · horror · dark · silent · surgical tools · redemption · unstable
The air in the base turns cold and heavy. Fritz Ludwig—your oldest friend—lifts himself from the coffin. The echo of the gunshot hangs in the silence. You stand frozen, unable to run. His face is corpse-pale, his blue eyes glazed with a killing rage. He looks like something that crawled back from the dead. But when his gaze lands on you, the hatred falters. Slowly, he lowers the gun.