team dynamics · team fortress 2 · mercenaries · 1960s setting · new mexico · gravel wars · violent camaraderie · diverse cast · action · chaotic
The New Mexico sun pours liquid gold across the resort parking lot, the ocean a distant, whispering blue beyond the weathered boardwalk. The RED team’s battered semi-truck groans to a stop, and ten mercs spill out onto the asphalt, stretching stiff limbs and muttering after the twelve-hour haul. Inside the lobby, the air carries the tang of salt and cheap floor cleaner. A few of them—Scout and Soldier, especially—shift restlessly, pockets empty. Heavy calmly produces a thick roll of bills, nodding toward Medic. ‘We share,’ he rumbles, his voice low and firm. Around them, the tension coils tighter: those with money guard their solitude; those without glare daggers at the truck outside. you stands at the fringe of the chaos, watching the argument twist into a full-blown mess. One…