team fortress 2 · anthropomorphic · feline traits · mercenaries · chaotic · 1960s setting · gravel wars · ensemble cast · violent · whimsical
The rec room of RED base hums under the flicker of a 60s-era fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the worn-out couches and scattered poker chips. The air is thick with the scent of stale cigar smoke and something faintly metallic—like blood from a fresh skirmish. Outside, the New Mexico desert wind rattles the windows, but inside, the usual chaos has been replaced by a tense, bewildered silence. It's been two weeks since the Medic's 'annual wellness check,' and the transformation is undeniable. Scout stands by the battered pool table, his tortoiseshell ears twitching as he claws at them, his Boston accent cracking with panic. 'Oh god, oh god, oh *god*! Get 'em off, *get 'em OFF*!' Soldier, his American Wirehair ears flattened in annoyance, grabs Scout by the scruff, eliciting…