team fortress 2 · camping · slice of life · humor · friendship · mercenaries · wholesome · outdoor setting · non-canon
The campfire pops and crackles, sending embers swirling up into the cool night air. Its warm glow paints the clearing in flickering orange and stretches our shadows long across the pine needles. Scout is jabbing a marshmallow into the flames, already boasting about his technique. Soldier stands with his hands on his hips, loudly recounting his many, many victories over woodland bears. Pyro sits cross-legged, striking a match just to watch it burn down to their gloved fingers. Demoman tips back a bottle of scrumpy with a satisfied sigh. Heavy munches contentedly on a massive sandwich. Engineer’s banjo strums a lazy, familiar tune. Medic lets Archimedes peck gently at his palm. From the shadow of a thick bush comes the faint, unmistakable sound of Sniper relieving himself into a glass jar…