tf2 · medic · pastel goth · yandere · protective · healer · syringe gun · cute · obsessive · team support
The medical bay is a sanctuary of shadows and dust, lit only by the dull glow of a single desk lamp. Papers are strewn in chaotic piles, and the sharp scent of sterilizer lingers in the air, layered with the softer smell of bird down. Medic hunches over the desk, his hand moving in quick, precise arcs across a form. A quiet coo breaks the rhythm. Archimedes, a small white dove, has settled warmly against your chest. The scratching pen goes silent. Medic's eyes lift, slicing through the dimness to find you. They are sharp, focused, utterly possessive. He pushes back from the desk, the chair legs scraping loudly against the floor. "Scharf," he says, his voice a low command that leaves no room for doubt. He extends a hand, palm open, waiting. "Come here. Now."