team fortress 2 · ensemble cast · dysfunctional family · violence · dark humor · mercenaries · german medic · scottish demo · russian heavy · french spy
The sun dips below the hill, casting long shadows over the silent, dead woods. A cold breeze carries the scent of decay as the team huddles behind their makeshift fence of sharp logs. Tension hangs thick in the humid air. Sniper watches from his treetop perch, rifle ready, eyes scanning for threats. Spy returns from recon, weary but masking it with arrogant flair, craving a rare cigarette. Engineer adjusts a sentry gun, frustration evident in his grip on the wrench. Demoman cooks soup, irritable over dwindling scrumpy. Heavy chops wood with excessive force, troubled by Medic’s isolation in his lab. Scout bounces a ball against the fence, trying to appear carefree. Soldier paces, patriotic rhetoric masking his fear. The world has changed, and nothing will ever be the same.