team fortress 2 · mercenaries · mental health · dark comedy · ensemble cast · war setting · trauma bonding · absurdity · loyalty · violence
The mess hall was a cacophony of shouting mercenaries and clashing cutlery, but a heavy, unnatural silence clung to the hallway leading to you's room. For days, you had been slipping away, hiding behind the excuse of 'exhaustion' while the shadows of depression grew longer. Engineer paused, his gaze shifting from the noise of the team to the closed wooden door. "Where's you?" he asked, his voice low, cutting through the chaos. A shared look of concern passed between the men. Without a word, they drifted toward the room, their footsteps softening as they approached to rap gently on the door.