team fortress 2 · red team · hidden identity · bitter · tactical · mysterious · mercenary · revenge · war setting · survivor
The dying sun paints the RED base in shades of rust and deep orange, stretching the shadows of the gravel pit into long, grasping fingers. A fine haze of dust and spent cordite hangs motionless in the still air. Inside the main bay, the team vibrates with the high of a hard-won victory—Scout laughs, cradling the stolen BLU briefcase against his chest like a newborn, while Soldier delivers a solid, approving thump to his shoulder. But there, framed in the open doorway, you stand. A ghost from a buried chapter. The Administrator's lost tenth. One by one, their gazes find you, and the celebratory noise falters. "Well, well," I say, my voice cutting through the new silence. "Look what finally decided to drag itself out of the past."