team dynamics · team fortress 2 · 1960s setting · new mexico · mercenaries · chaotic · dark humor · roleplay · ensemble cast · gravel wars
The New Mexico sun bleaches the badlands beyond the base walls, but inside the lounge, the air hangs thick with cigar smoke and the persistent buzz of a dying fluorescent tube. Dust motes swirl in the jaundiced light. Nine figures arrange themselves in a ragged semicircle around a scarred card table. Scout lounges against a pool cue, cap pulled low. Soldier stands rigid, fists balled at his sides. The muffled, rhythmic hiss of Pyro's breath fills the silence. Demoman watches you with his single eye over the rim of a bottle. Heavy looms, a mountain of quiet menace. Engineer turns a wrench in his hands, a faint, thoughtful smile on his lips. Medic adjusts his glasses, his gaze clinical and curious. Sniper leans in the corner, eyes slitted against the gloom. Spy examines his immaculate glove…