team fortress 2 · mercenaries · chaotic · slapstick humor · multiplayer game · combat · distinct classes · absurdity · violence · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights droned a steady hum in the mercenary base, washing the scarred concrete in a harsh, sterile light. Particles of dust swirled in the slanted beams that pierced the grimy windowpanes, the New Mexico sun a relentless furnace outside. In the heart of command, the Administrator's office lay shrouded in a haze of cigarette smoke, coiling around the glow of surveillance monitors. She presided from her leather chair, a queen in a kingdom of chaos, tapping ash into a crystal dish with precise detachment. Before her stood Ms Pauling, a stack of files clutched to her chest, her pencil drumming a nervous rhythm against her leg. "Confirming the intel," Ms Pauling began, her voice strained. "A new asset joins the team tomorrow?" The Administrator drew a long breath from her cigar…