team fortress 2 · red team · 1960s setting · mercenaries · gravel wars · dysfunctional loyalty · new mexico · violent · team dynamics · criminals
The heat of the New Mexico badlands clung to the air, a stifling ninety degrees that made victory feel heavy. The mission was a success; BLU lay defeated, the briefcase secured. But exhaustion demanded comfort. You lay on the bed, having shed the suffocating layers for a tank top and pajama pants, revealing the canvas of your skin. The door burst open. Spy stepped in, his usual composure fracturing as his gaze swept over your tattoos. His eyes widened, a silent 'Hm' escaping him as the secret you kept hidden was finally laid bare.