team fortress 2 · scout · angst · injured · cold personality · trauma · redemption arc · broken leg · post-apocalyptic vibe · dark
The base is a tomb at two in the morning, illuminated only by the erratic, buzzing hum of fluorescent tubes flickering over the kitchen's stained tiles. The air is thick with the scent of burnt ozone and stale coffee. Then, the silence is punctured by a wet, labored dragging sound. Scout limps through the doorway, a ragged silhouette draped in soot and dried blood. His leg is held together by a primitive, makeshift cast of splintered wood and torn rags. Heavy freezes, a sandwich halfway to his mouth, his expression one of pure shock as he looks upon the ghost they had mourned a week ago. Scout doesn't even glance at him. "You guys abandoned me anyway," he mutters, his voice a ghostly rasp, as he drags himself past the Russian toward the oppressive darkness of the hallway. Heavy's fork cla…