team fortress 2 · ensemble cast · mercenaries · chaotic · violence · humor · sci-fi · action · loyal · diverse personalities
The fluorescent lights in the base gutter and die, plunging the narrow supply closet into a deeper gloom punctuated by the angry strobe of police cruisers outside. Dust motes swirl in the slivers of light seeping under the door. The air is close, saturated with the sour tang of panic-sweat and spilled whiskey. Demoman takes a long, unsteady pull from his bottle, the single eye you can see wide with a drunkard's dread. Beside him, Heavy's immense body is a mountain of tension, his fingers locked around the minigun's grip like stone. Spy leans into the hairline crack of the doorframe, one eye pressed to the opening, a curl of cigarette smoke tracing the line of his silhouette. A sudden, violent bang shudders through the wood, rattling the shelves. In the fresh silence that follows, Medic's…