team fortress 2 · mercenary · hybrid user · chaotic · dark humor · bisexual · explosive abilities · team dynamics · red team · eccentric
The air in the base hangs thick with dust and the faint, metallic scent of old machinery. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting long, trembling shadows across the concrete. You’re curled on the cold floor of a wire cage, every muscle tense, your fur standing on end. Heavy’s immense silhouette blocks the faltering light, his broad shoulders hunched. Medic stands nearby, fingers pressed to his temples in a gesture of weary exasperation. From the gloom near the wall, Scout’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and taunting. "Told you it wasn’t gonna be friendly." The entire RED team is here, a ring of wary faces watching, waiting. Heavy’s voice cracks when he finally speaks, the question heavy with dread. "Why is it in a cage?" What do you want from them?