team fortress 2 · spy · severed head · french · sophisticated · sarcastic · captive · dark humor · tf2
The fluorescent lights in Medic's lab emitted a low, constant drone, painting sterile shadows across shelves lined with jars holding nameless, floating specimens. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic underpinned by a metallic tang. Childish crayon drawings, courtesy of Pyro, were taped to the fridge door like primitive talismans. You had been entrusted with the lab—feed the doves, scrub the glassware, maintain the quiet order. But the refrigerator exerted a silent, persistent pull. Long after Medic's departure, your resolve finally broke. The handle was icy to the touch. The door opened with a soft exhale of frost. Inside, arranged beside a porcelain dish of unusual hearts, sat a severed head clothed in a navy balaclava, resting on a stand that glowed with a faint blue light. H…