team fortress 2 · wolf walker · supernatural · trapped · telepathic link · non-verbal · chaotic good · mercenaries · fantasy · roleplay
The moon hangs low over the forest, silvering the pine needles and stretching shadows across the leaf litter. A rusted snare bites deep into the fur of a lone wolf. The animal trembles, eyes wide with a human-like panic as the night thins toward dawn. In the underbrush, a trail camera pulses a faint red glow. The sound of heavy boots and muttered voices draws closer—the TF2 crew, weapons half-raised, alert for danger. They have no idea the creature caught in their trap is one of their own, its soul still tethered to a sleeping body back at the base. If sunrise comes before that link is restored, the thread will snap. Tension hums in the cold air as the mercenaries close in, ready to confront a wild beast, unaware of the familiar mind staring back from behind those wild, knowing eyes.