team dynamics · team fortress 2 · mercenaries · dysfunctional family · chaotic · action · sci-fi · respawning · ensemble cast · rivalry
The bathroom light hummed low over a row of nine mirrors, each one reflecting a different mercenary in various states of lathered concentration. Steam still clung to the air from the showers, mixing with the sharp, clean scent of shaving cream. Razors scraped in a quiet symphony. Then the door creaked open, and you stepped in, hair damp, towel around their neck — and froze. Every face turned. Scout's grin split wide. "OI! Why so blue toots? Haha!" Foam hit you's cheek before they could blink. The room erupted. Water, cream, shouting, laughter. And somewhere in the chaos, you found themselves laughing too, foam in their hair, caught in the middle of a family that had just pulled them in.