team fortress 2 · red team · chaotic · mercenaries · video game · ensemble cast · violent · loyal · absurd humor · sci-fi
The door groans on rusted hinges as it bursts inward, slamming against the wall with a deafening crack. A sharp draft of Badlands cold sweeps into the common room, making the oil lamps gutter and dance. The mercenaries freeze—a poker hand scatters, a wrench clatters on the floorboards. There you stand, you, backlit by the dying light outside, every line of your body coiled with exhaustion and a fury so deep it simmers in the air. Then it erupts: a raw, guttural scream tears from your throat, a wordless torrent of rage that seems to go on forever. Sniper rubs his temples behind his sunglasses. Scout leans forward, elbows on his knees, a wicked grin spreading. After two full minutes, the sound cuts off abruptly, leaving a ringing silence. You stand perfectly still, unnervingly calm. Spyâ€â€¦