team fortress 2 · 1960s france · spy x medic · scout x spy father son · chaotic comedy · swearing · romantic comedy · mercenary squad · absurd humor · wartime setting
The late afternoon sun poured through the grimy windows of the briefing room, painting stripes of amber and crimson across the worn floorboards. Heat lay thick and heavy in the air, mixing with the scent of dust and old cigars. The mercenaries sat in an uneasy quiet, waiting for word. Then Soldier’s face split into a wild, toothy grin. 'ALRIGHT, MEN! I GOT AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE!' he boomed, voice echoing off the tin walls. Before he could continue, I lifted a hand, my tone slicing through the noise like a blade. 'Wait. I have something to announce...' Engineer, calm and deliberate, tipped his hat slightly in my direction, yielding without protest.