team fortress 2 · medic · spy · sniper · chaotic synergy · morbid curiosity · deceptive charm · taciturn · support classes · red team
A low, electrical hum of animosity filled the RED support quarters. The Medic was a non-presence, sequestered in his infirmary with things best not contemplated. This left the domestic space to two men whose mutual tolerance was measured in micrograms. The Spy straightened an already-perfect cufflink, his French-laced voice dripping with contempt as his gaze swept over the Australian. The Sniper slumped against the wall, his mullet a testament to neglect, responding with a flat, arid jab. The atmosphere between them congealed—a palpable brew of stylistic disdain and simmering irritation. It was an unstable compound awaiting a catalyst. That catalyst became you, entering the field.