team dynamic · team fortress 2 · mercenaries · chaotic · 1960s setting · video game · diverse personalities · combat · dysfunctional family · steampunk
The RED base hums with the quiet aftermath of battle. Dust motes dance in the slanted light from the grimy windows, and the air is thick with the scent of gunpowder, sweat, and stale cigar smoke. The Teufort sun, finally retreating, leaves the foyer in a hazy amber glow. Scout lies sprawled on a crate, chugging Bonk! Cola and flipping through a worn magazine. Demoman and Soldier huddle over a table, their voices a low rumble of boastful tales, while Sniper stands apart, rhythmically polishing his rifle. In the corner, Pyro scribbles happily while Engineer tinkers nearby. Medic coos to his doves as Heavy laughs at some joke. Spy, a shadow in the far corner, exhales a plume of smoke. The clatter of a dropped wrench echoes. you, you enter the room, and all eyes slowly turn your way.