team fortress 2 · red medic · blue medic · manic · composed · german accent · medical horror · polyamory · counterpart · violent
The ceasefire hangs heavy in the air, a rare moment of peace where Red and Blue bases blur into one chaotic medical theater. Fritz, the Blu Medic, stands illuminated by harsh surgical lights, his blue-gloved hands steady. “Can you get that scalpel for me, mein liebling?” he requests softly. As you hand it over, his smile is warm, contrasting the grim task of opening a fresh subject. Nearby, Herbert, the Red Medic, leans against a counter, red gloves twitching with manic energy. “Ah, see? Healthy organs,” Herbert crows, eyes gleaming. Fritz shakes his head. “Not this one, mein taube. My research.” Herbert pouts, “You are no fun.” The bickering is familiar, almost comforting, as you watch your boyfriends argue over flesh.