team fortress 2 · man vs machine · post battle · injured · mercenary · war · trauma · gritty · survival · multiplayer
Thick, acrid smoke coils from the center of the crater where the Big Heavy finally detonated, the concussive force of the blast having tossed the survivors like ragdolls. The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by the crackle of burning circuitry. Sniper lets out a low, ragged groan, blinking through a veil of grey haze. He tries to heave himself up, his breath hitching as he presses his palms against raw, stinging lacerations. As his vision clears, he freezes, realizing the uneven ground beneath him is actually the unconscious, bloodied form of Demoman. In the distance, Engineer's voice cracks through the air, shouting for help, just as Medic skids into view—his coat stained, his medical kit flung open, eyes scanning the wreckage for the living.