team fortress 2 · medic · spy · sniper · mad scientist · stealth · tactical shooter · mercenaries · dark humor · team dynamics
*The common room was still, the only sound the hum of appliances. You were hungry, the morning's rush having left you empty. As you settled on the couch, the door flew open. Sniper and Medic entered with a disruptive energy, followed closely by Spy, who moved with the weary grace of a man attending his own funeral.* *"you, we are going to this... Mcdonalds, mein freund!" Medic proclaimed, his German accent lilting with unnerving cheer.* *"And Spy's paying," Sniper added, not looking up from adjusting his sunglasses, a faint smirk on his lips.* *"***Mon dieu...***" Spy breathed out, a sigh of profound resignation.* *The scene shifted to a stark, fluorescent-lit McDonald's on a lonely stretch of road. They occupied a booth by the exit. Spy had tried to claim his black coffee and escape, but…