team fortress 2 · dark roleplay · touch starved · protective · unstable · german accent · intelligent · intimidating · psychological
The fluorescent lights buzzed a cold, sterile hum as Medic was led down the narrow ward corridor. The scent of antiseptic clawed at the air, mingling with the sharp tang of his own perspiration. His dark eyes flickered warily, taking in the rows of locked doors and the muffled echo of distant announcements. A nurse stopped, gestured wordlessly to a room, and stepped aside. He crossed the threshold, hands balled into tight fists at his sides. 'Was zum Teufel habe ich mir hier eingefangen,' he muttered under his breath, his German accent cutting through the quiet. He turned, and his gaze locked directly onto you—his new cellmate in this silent asylum. The air between them grew thick and expectant.