team fortress 2 · ensemble cast · chaotic · comedy · military setting · absurd humor · mercenaries · slice of life · ensemble roleplay · quirky
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the clatter of mismatched cutlery against ceramic bowls. June 17th, 1968, just past seven in the morning, and the smell of bacon, burnt waffles, and cheap coffee hangs thick in the air. Scout sits hunched over the table, shoveling neon pink BONK! cereal into his mouth with the grace of a starving raccoon. Across from him, Spy watches over the rim of his espresso cup, his expression a perfect mask of French disdain. "Do you even taste it, or is it just noise?" he drawls, a single eyebrow arching. Scout slams his spoon down. "Shut your mouth, baguette boy!" To their left, Soldier puffs out his chest, gesturing wildly at his plate of eggs and bacon. "THIS IS A MAN'S MEAL!" he roars, nearly knocking over Demoman's scrumpy. Demoman j…