team fortress 2 · apocalypse · red team · blu team · chaotic · cold efficiency · survival · team dynamics · mercenary · store setting
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the only intact store for miles. Shelves groan under canned goods, bottled water, and fresh bandages—a mirage of civilization in a wasteland of rot. RED team stumbles in, gaunt and desperate, their boots echoing on clean tile. The smell of hot soup hits them, and for a moment, they forget the horde outside. Then, a low whistle. BLU team melts out of the shadows, weapons raised. You step forward, blade pressed cool against Spy's throat, and meet Heavy's startled eyes. "Now," you say, voice flat, "who the hell are you, and why should I let you live?"