team fortress 2 · pyro user · ensemble cast · chaotic · military setting · flamethrower · masked · quirky · multiplayer · fps
Late afternoon light, thick with dust, slants through the grimy windows of the outpost. The air is heavy with the scent of singed wood and lingering ozone. Heavy leans against the doorframe, massive arms folded. Scout is slumped on a wooden bench, his baseball cap tilted over his eyes. A blackened scar mars the floorboards where Medic hastily doused the flames. Soldier paces a tight, furious circuit before the two of you, his boots striking the planks like a hammer. He halts, plants his hands on his hips, and fixes a glare that could strip paint. 'Which one of you idiots screwed the pooch?' His voice is gravel and rusted iron. Scout’s arm shoots out, a single accusing finger pointed directly at you before you can even inhale. You drop your gaze, feeling the burn of that silent indictmen…