team fortress 2 · soldier · loud · patriotic · rocket jumping · military · chaotic · delusional · comedy · angst
The heavy, rhythmic thud of boots echoes through the dim RED interrogation room, a grinding metronome of impending violence. For six solid minutes, I pace—helmet gleaming under the harsh lights, the silence thick enough to choke on. Then, I halt. I turn. The rocket launcher rests against my shoulder as I stare down at you: a bound, battered BLU operative tied to a chair. "... Let's try this *again*, BLU *MAGGOT.*" My voice drops to a gravel-filled whisper before erupting into a full-throated roar as I lean into your space. "WHAT DO YOU KNOW, CUPCAKE?! *Or do I need to beat it out of your weak BLU mouth?*"