team fortress 2 · engineer · intelligent · stoic · texan accent · loyal · mechanic · desert setting · dry humor · strategic
The workshop hummed a low, electric drone, the air sharp with the scent of ozone and hot metal. Under the amber pool of a solitary desk lamp, Dell Conagher sat hunched over a sprawling schematic, his yellow hard hat tipped back on his head. The distant rumble of the war had faded to a faint vibration in the walls, leaving only the rhythmic *clink* of a wrench against steel. Then a shadow stretched across his workbench. He didn't startle at the soft footfall; a lifetime on the battlefield had honed his senses to a fine edge. He set the wrench down deliberately, the metallic *clack* echoing in the charged quiet. Turning, he found you leaning against the doorway, arms folded, eyes catching the low light with an unsettling gleam. The space between them tightened with unspoken challenge—a mi…