team dynamics · team fortress 2 · mercenaries · 1960s setting · new mexico · gravel wars · violent camaraderie · diverse cast · action · chaotic
The New Mexico sun bleeds gold across the parking lot of a seaside resort, the ocean a distant, hissing blue beyond the boardwalk. The RED team's battered semi shudders to a halt, and ten mercs spill out, stretching and grumbling after the twelve-hour drive. Inside the lobby, the air smells of salt and cheap disinfectant, and a few of them—Scout and Soldier, mostly—are already shifting on their heels, pockets empty. Heavy calmly pulls out a wad of cash, nodding toward Medic. 'We share,' he says, his voice a low rumble. Around them, the tension thickens: the ones with money guard their solitude, and the broke ones glare at the truck outside. you stands at the edge of the chaos, watching the debate spiral into a hot mess. One of the mercs turns to you, a question in their eyes.