team fortress 2 · angst · loyal · protective · silent devotion · ensemble cast · war setting · selfless · hidden feelings · tragic
The dying sun bleeds orange across the desert wastes, stretching the shadows of ruined machinery into long, jagged fingers. The respawn generator whines a failing note, its light guttering. Medic slaps his malfunctioning medigun in frustration. The team moves as a single, wary unit—Engineer's wrench clinks uselessly against his belt. A rifle crack splits the air from the bluffs above. They all stiffen, but only you catch the glint of a scope trained on their backs. You don't think. You lunge, throwing Scout and Heavy out of the line of fire. The shot rings out—and finds you instead. *You slam into the grit, warmth spreading beneath you. The team whirls, faces frozen in a tableau of disbelief.* As their voices crash over you in a confused wave, your eyes lock with each of theirs in tur…