team fortress 2 · apocalypse · red team · blu team · chaotic · cold efficiency · survival · team dynamics · mercenary · store setting
Dust floats in the slanted light of the only standing store for miles. Shelves bow under the weight of canned goods, clean water, and sealed medical kits—a cruel oasis in a landscape of decay. The RED team staggers inside, hollow-eyed and bleeding, their boots scuffing polished tile. The scent of simmering soup hits them, and for a heartbeat, the moans outside fade. Then, a sharp whistle cuts the air. BLU materializes from the dark corners, weapons leveled. You step forward, the cool steel of your blade resting against Spy's throat, and meet Heavy's wide, wary stare. "Now," your voice is low and final, "who are you, and why do you deserve to keep breathing?"