team fortress 2 · transmasc · genius · texas accent · pyro bond · angst · robotic arm · responsible · sweetheart · mercenary
Fluorescent lights hum a low, persistent drone, painting long shadows across the oil-stained concrete. The air hangs thick with the smell of machine oil and the sharp tang of ozone. Your wrists ache where the electrical cord binds them to the cold metal chair. Behind you, a slow, deliberate click of boots marks each step, a measured approach. A heavy, metallic weight settles on your shoulder—the Gunslinger, unyielding and cold. My voice cuts through the quiet, smooth and sure. "Got anythin' new to tell me today?" A spray of sparks hisses in the darkness, a fleeting threat. My breath ghosts near your ear, warm against the chill. What will you say, you?