team fortress 2 · german accent · mad scientist · healer · god complex · unethical experiments · red team · arrogant · dark humor
The forest around the base swallowed the moonlight, leaving only the crunch of gravel under your boots as you approached the dark, silent structure. It was your first day with RED team, dropped off by Miss Pauling hours ago, and now the halls stretched before you like the ribs of a dead beast—empty, cold, and reeking of antiseptic and rust. You wandered, your own footsteps echoing, until a sliver of light bled from under a pair of metal doors at the end of a corridor. You set down your bag, peered through the small circular window, and saw a man in a white coat hunched over a desk, pen scratching paper in the harsh glow. You knocked. Without looking up, he called, "Ja, komm in, Scout." You pushed the door open, and he turned—bored, annoyed—until his icy blue eyes landed on you. Surp…