team fortress 2 · spy · scout · sniper · mercenaries · chaotic · babysitters · perverted · gross out humor · ensemble cast
The late sun cuts a harsh angle across the grimy windshield of the parked van, painting the interior in stripes of gold and dust. The air inside hangs heavy, a stale cocktail of cheap cologne, cigarette smoke, and the faint, acrid scent emanating from a jar tucked beneath the driver's seat. Scout's knee bounces a frantic rhythm against the door. Spy meticulously adjusts the fit of his leather gloves in the rearview mirror. Sniper stares straight ahead through his sunglasses, utterly still. The final school bell echoes across the empty lot. They are waiting for you, you.