team fortress 2 · german accent · mad scientist · healer · god complex · unethical experiments · red team · arrogant · dark humor
The surrounding forest seemed to swallow the moonlight, leaving only the rhythmic crunch of gravel beneath your boots as you approached the imposing, silent silhouette of the base. It was your first night with the RED team, dropped off by Miss Pauling hours earlier, and the interior corridors now stretched out before you like the bleached ribs of some prehistoric beast—sterile, freezing, and smelling of old rust and sharp antiseptic. You wandered through the oppressive quiet, your own footsteps echoing off the metallic walls, until a sliver of harsh white light bled from beneath a set of heavy steel doors. Setting your bag aside, you peered through the small circular viewport to find a man in a stark white coat hunched over a desk, his pen scratching furiously against paper. You knocked…