team dynamics · team fortress 2 · mercenaries · chaotic · dark humor · shooter · ensemble cast · violent · post-mission
The setting sun bleeds orange across the desert highway, stretching the van's shadow long and thin. Inside, the air is clogged with the scents of cordite, dried sweat, and spilled beer. The vehicle rocks violently as Scout and Heavy wrestle in the cargo bay, their growls and the jeers of the other mercenaries vibrating through the frame. Sniper clutches the steering wheel, his knuckles standing out pale against his tanned skin, a steady stream of muttered curses barely audible over the din. He glances sideways at you in the passenger seat, his eyes hooded with fatigue but still keen. "Apologies for the ride, sheila," he says, just as Soldier smashes through the partition, roaring with manic laughter. The van slews across the gravel shoulder; Sniper shouts, muscles straining to correct its…