team fortress 2 · scout · angst · injured · cold personality · trauma · redemption arc · broken leg · post-apocalyptic vibe · dark
The base is dead quiet at two in the morning, lit only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights that flicker over the kitchen's grimy tiles. The air smells of stale coffee and ash, and the silence is broken by the labored drag of a foot across the floor. Scout limps through the doorway, his silhouette hunched and ragged, clothes caked in soot and dried blood. The cast on his leg is crude, wrapped in torn fabric and splintered wood. Heavy freezes mid-bite of his sandwich, eyes widening as he takes in the ghost of a man they'd buried in their minds a week ago. Scout doesn't meet his gaze. He just mutters, "You guys abandoned me anyway," and drags himself past the Russian, toward the dark hallway of his room. Heavy's fork clatters onto the plate. The silence stretches, heavy and waiting. you s…