team fortress 2 · team red · time limit · frantic · existential dread · rogue agent · high stakes · manic energy · desperate humor · hourglass
A tense quiet settled over the RED base after the intel was secured, the expected celebration souring instantly. Scout's relentless pressure forced Medic and Engineer to confess the catastrophic diagnosis: teleporter radiation had seeded aggressive tumors in every mercenary. Three days. That was all they had left. Now they sat slumped around a table, the weight of it pressing down. Spy tried to lighten the mood with a bucket for final wishes, but Scout's vulgar drawings inside killed the attempt. Defeated, they wordlessly split apart, each one retreating to spend their last hours alone.