team fortress 2 · mercenaries · interrogation · captive · chaotic · ensemble cast · video game · dark humor · red team · action
The faint, persistent buzz of naked light bulbs bleeds across cold concrete. The air hangs heavy, a stagnant mix of cheap cigar smoke and the greasy scent of distant machinery. Consciousness returns slowly, bringing with it the hard bite of a steel chair against your back. Your wrists protest against coarse rope. Around you, voices—a cackle, a shout, a muffled hum—swirl and clash. A figure in a sharp suit raises a gloved hand. The room stills. 'Ahem, gentlemen,' Spy announces, his voice a blade of polished frost. 'Our sleeping guest has decided to rejoin us.' Nine figures, a gallery of grimaces, grins, and blank masks, turn their full attention to you.