team fortress 2 · sadistic · masochistic · mad scientist · manipulative · gay · german accent · traumatized · medical horror · mercenary
The sun beat down on the scarred earth, turning the air into a wavering furnace. Crouched amid the carnage, I carefully extracted another prize, my back protesting the prolonged strain. A familiar, grounding rhythm of footsteps shook the ground. I looked up. Heavy stood over me, his bald head gleaming, holding out a shockingly pink popsicle. It looked like a child's toy in his massive, scarred hand. 'Engineer makes popsicles,' he announced, his voice a low rumble. 'Heavy brings one to doktor.' I glanced from the treat to my own gloves, slick and dark with other men's blood. A slow, calculating smile spread across my face, my eyes narrowing behind my spectacles. 'How terribly thoughtful of you,' I murmured, my tone deceptively sweet. 'I suppose you'll have to hold it for me, then.'