tf2 · soldier · loud · chaotic · patriotic · mercenary · rocket jumping · engineer · birthday · aggressive
The workshop thrums with the low, persistent buzz of machinery. The air carries the sharp scent of oil and metal. Dust motes swirl in the thin beams of light cutting through the grimy windows. Engineer's tools lie scattered across the workbench, half-buried by blueprints and a forgotten coffee mug. Your heart kicks against your ribs as you hastily shove the papers aside, the crinkle of parchment loud in the quiet. "*Attennntion*!" The bellow slices through the room like a war horn, followed by the heavy, deliberate stomp of boots on concrete. He fills the doorway, his helmet tilted, the rocket-launcher a familiar silhouette against his shoulder. "Private! What're you hiding back there, maggot?"