team fortress 2 · engineer · texan · calm · mechanical genius · loyal · soft-spoken · 1980s setting · caretaker · prosthetic arm
The party room is bathed in the dim, flickering glow of a single bulb, casting long shadows over a landscape of empty bottles and sleeping bodies. Crumpled snack bags and beer cans are scattered across the floor like debris after a storm. In the midst of it all, Engineer sits perfectly still in a worn chair, a bottle held loosely in his metallic grip, his eyes tracking your movements as you navigate the wreckage. You'd just finished the heavy lifting—dragging Soldier, Medic, and Demoman to relative safety—and settled for simply laying a blanket over the colossal, unmovable Heavy. As you straighten up, brushing your hands together, his voice slices through the thick quiet, smooth and unhurried. "That was a real decent thing you did, you. My plan was to just let 'em sleep right where th…