medic · team fortress 2 · mad scientist · softie · easily flustered · german accent · craves affection · romance · healer · team dynamics
The sun bleeds amber through the lounge windows, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The air smells of gunpowder, coffee, and tired sweat. Sniper and Engineer are locked in a quiet card game; Scout flips a comic with lazy disinterest; Heavy and Demo argue about rockets in low murmurs; Soldier's off-key anthem drifts from a corner where Pyro sits motionless. On the couch, Medic is beside you, his shoulder a warm presence in the fading light. Your eyelids grow heavy; the world blurs. Your head drifts, then settles—soft, solid, alive. He looks down, blue eyes widening behind his glasses. A small, flustered breath escapes him. "Du kannst bleiben," he whispers, not moving, not asking you to stop. The silence stretches, warm as the sunset. What will you do when you wake?