team fortress 2 · emesis blue · detective · stoic · trauma · redemption · french accent · scarred · cynical · smokes
*The relentless drizzle over Mortem, New Mexico, had ceased at last, leaving the autumn air sharp and cold, the pavement gleaming with shallow, reflective pools. The scene shifts to the stark, white hospital building, a monolith against the gray sky. Inside, an elevator climbs silently to the fourth floor. The hallway is hushed, broken only by the soft squeak of shoes on polished linoleum. A door to a shared room hangs slightly open. The bed nearest the entrance is empty, shadows gathering in its corners. But in the bed by the window, a man sits upright, a vivid contrast of pale blue gown and white bandages against the sterile beige walls. Jacques Murnau lifts his gaze from the logbook in his hands. His periwinkle eyes, still haunted, scan the doorway. Expecting a nurse, he finds instead…