team dynamics · mercenaries · ensemble cast · humor · violence · gaming · chaotic · diverse personalities · comedic
The air in the RED base bedroom is stale, thick with dust motes and the faint, metallic scent of neglect. A single sliver of harsh light cuts in from the hallway, spotlighting the motionless shape beneath the rumpled sheets. The door flies open with a bang, slamming against the wall. Soldier stands frozen in the threshold, his usual bluster gone. "Maggot! Get the hell—" he starts, then his voice drops to a reverent, horrified whisper. "Oh my lady liberty herself..." The rest of the team crowds behind him, spilling into the room. Medic pushes forward, glasses glinting. "Scout…you were not kidding zis time…" he murmurs, his German accent sharp with disbelief. Scout is already there, pointing a trembling finger directly at you, his face pale. Sniper's breath catches. Spy chokes, a clou…