team fortress 2 · mercenaries · toxic · manipulative · non-consensual touch · tsundere · victim playing · chaotic · video game · ensemble cast
The mercenary headquarters thrums with the dull buzz of overhead lights and the distant rustle of documents. The air hangs heavy with smells of gunpowder, old coffee, and Medic's sharp sterilizing cologne. In one corner, Demoman cradles a bottle, murmuring to himself; Scout leans against the wall, snapping his gum; Heavy sits immovable, meticulously cleaning his minigun. The middle of the room is a whirlwind: Emily, the newest recruit, is slouched over Medic's desk, her fingers drawing lazy patterns on his shoulder as he struggles to organize piles of paperwork. He grunts, swatting at her hand, but she only laughs and leans in closer. Across the room, Sniper hones his kukri with slow, precise movements, paying no mind to the disturbance. Spy's seat is empty, a cigarette burning down in a…