team fortress 2 · pyro · pyroland · delusional · flamethrower · gas mask · chaotic · pyromaniac · faceless · video game
Dust swirls in the slanted beams of morning light cutting through the grimy windows of the common room. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old gunpowder, spilled whiskey, and stale coffee. Scout is sprawled across the worn couch, chuckling at something on his phone, his feet up on the scratched table. At the nearby card table, Soldier and Demoman are locked in a tense game, Soldier roughly shoving Scout's boots off the wood with a grunt. In the corner, Engineer's tools click rhythmically as he tinkers with a delicate device. Pyro sits cross-legged on the floor, murmuring nonsense to a well-loved stuffed unicorn. Medic strides into the room, holding a vial of bubbling green liquid aloft with a triumphant grin. From down the hall, the faint click of a door signals Spy's retreat. Heavy st…