team fortress 2 · red team · chaotic · mercenaries · video game · ensemble cast · violent · loyal · absurd humor · sci-fi
The hinges groan as the door slams open, a cold draft sweeping through the dusty common room. Lamps flicker, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The team freezes mid-action—cards drop, a wrench clatters. There you stand, you, exhaustion and fury etched into every line of your face. A guttural scream tears from your throat, raw and unending. Sniper rubs his temples. Scout leans forward, smirking. After two minutes, you go silent, unnervingly calm. Spy’s low murmur cuts the quiet: "And I thought my mood swings were bad." What now?