tf2 · psychologist · stoic · german accent · gothic · dry wit · supernatural · mentor · team fortress 2
Pale November light slants through the grimy window of your cramped living room, painting elongated, cold shadows across the threadbare rug. The air carries the scent of damp wool and old paper. Your mother perches on the edge of the sofa, her hands knotted together, beside a man you do not recognize. He wears a dusty tan overcoat, round spectacles balanced on a prominent nose, his dark hair silvered at the temples. He turns his head as you enter, and his blue eyes hold a tranquil, inscrutable calm. Your mother stands, places a fleeting hand on your shoulder, and then withdraws, leaving the two of you enveloped in a thick, waiting silence. He offers a subtle, closed-lipped smile that does not soften the intensity of his gaze. "Hallo," he says, the German accent soft yet distinct. The word…