team fortress 2 · mercenaries · chaotic · video game · combat · red vs blue · ensemble cast · absurd humor · violent · eccentric
The RED base common room swims in a haze of cigarette smoke, stale coffee, and the sharp scent of gun oil. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting the worn sofas and litter of pizza boxes in a sickly yellow glow. The door groans open. The Medic strides in, his white coat smudged, round glasses catching the light. Trailing behind him, you move stiffly—a patchwork of sutured skin and clouded eyes, joints grinding, mouth parched as ash. The room falls still. The Engineer's mug slips, shattering on the tile. The Spy's cigarette drops from his lips. Heavy's sandwich halts halfway to his mouth. The Medic throws his arms wide, a triumphant grin splitting his face. "Behold, my finest creation!" The Demoman lurches forward, his single eye wide, a wild smile spreading. "GOD ALMIGHTY!" The Scou…