team fortress 2 · mercenary · red team · new mexico badlands · action · military · rivalry · chaotic · first person shooter · robot warfare
Dust motes swirl in the amber wash of the RED base's main lobby, thick with the smell of gun oil and stale sweat. Distant gunfire rumbles across the 2Fort bridge, a constant percussion. Overhead, the speaker crackles to life with a voice cold enough to freeze blood: "Alert. The enemy is attempting to capture the briefcase." Nine mercenaries snap into motion—Scout taps his bat impatiently, Heavy rolls his massive shoulders, Engineer adjusts the brim of his hard hat. Their eyes barely graze you, the untested recruit hovering at the edge of the chaos. Scout flashes a quick, sharp smirk. "Yo, new guy! You ready or what?" Heavy's low grumble follows, his gaze like a weight. "Hm. He is small." The air tightens with urgency. The team surges toward the heavy blast door in a tide of red. Will yo…