TF2: Twilight YearsYami-No-Jounin
The old man settled onto the park bench as if the weight of the world threatened to force him through the wooden slats and onto the grass below. He could feel each joint groan, each muscle creak and protest the movement. Once seated, he sighed. He had never thought he'd make it to this age. This was the age that he had joked about in the barracks with the others. The age they had all agreed was not meant for men like them; men meant for fighting, killing, and destroying. Violent, bull-hearted men. He sighed again and adjusted his glasses with one hand, surveying the park around him. Children played carelessly on the playground while happy parents watched and talked amongst themselves. Young adults wandered the footpaths and sat under trees, the still chilly early spring air carrying with it the heady smell of flowers and young love. Never had he thought things could be so peace
It was Christmas time around TF, and both the REDs and the BLUs had actually joined altogether to celebrate the good holidays. Red Demoman sat with Blu Soldier, gulping down his eggnog. Wasn't like his scrumpy, but it was pretty tasty.
The American in blue had to halt his former friend, holding up his slice of carrot cake, "This is mine. Do you understand that?"
"Aye..." Demoman reached down and, much to the Blu's disbelief, held up a plate of the hugest slice he himself had ever seen. Instantly, jealousy set in.
And while the Red Medic was telling his story of how he lost his medical paper to a Blu Engineer, nearby the Red's Scout and Heavy and the Blu's Spy were in the middle of a Poker game.
"What's happened to your leetle Scout?" The Heavy in red was asking.
"Only went to spend time with his dear mother." Spy tossed in some poker chips, "And I'm sure your Spy is with them as well."
Red Scout just rubbed his hands and pushed all his chips to the m
TF2: Don't Tell (Part 1)"Good job boys! You make me proud!"Rad-Pax
It was soldier, bein' his usual loud as shit self.
"It was notzing."
Oh and there he was, the backstabbing scum bag. Honestly I wouldn't hate him as much if it wasn't fer the fact he was tryin' to bang my Ma. Eh, just the thought of it makes me feel sick.
As usual, after we finished a mission everyone was off to the showers, but as for me I was already headin' back to my room. On my way I spotted Medic, man that guy was a creep... but he patched me up when I needed it so I guess he's alright.
"You are not taking a shover?"
I rolled my eyes, cuz obviously I wasn't. Like... I wasn't headin' that way. "Nah, I'll wait till later. That is WAY too many naked old dude to be lookin' at. It gives me the creeps." I just shrug, cuz to me honest it really is. Though that wasn't the only reason I didn't wanna go.
"Vell, if you say so." He adjust his glasses and walks back to his office. Probably to do some freaky experiments on some poor fucker.
Finally I make it
Olfactory [TF2]Scout remembers things by smells.ChaosDarkie
He remembers the dusty leather smell of his lucky baseball mitt, and the juicy aroma of his Ma's famous pot roast. He remembers the first time he learned never to trust his brother Davey, when he told Scout to take a big whiff of his gym bag, saying it smelled like cake. It /hadn't/, and Scout didn't think he would ever smell anything that foul again.
He remembers the sticky scent of wet clay and fresh cut grass at his favorite park, and the heavy odor of boiled peanuts when his brothers had snuck him in to see his first real baseball game. He remembers the sharp antiseptic scent that clouded the halls of the hospital they visited when his Aunt Lucy broke her hip. It's the same scent that clings to Medic, but Scout doesn't mind it so much these days.
Scout remembers the buttery aroma of popcorn during his very first date, with Sally Parke. He also remembers the sharp tang of someone else's cologne when she broke up with him. But there's one smell that
TF2: The Fall*ring ring*...*ring ring*...cmara
Red Spy had been walking along the battlegrounds, during a ceasefire, till he thought he heard his own little cellphone. How anyone got his number was something he could think about later, digging for it and answered.
He then remembered whom he gave his number to, "BLU Scout? I know things haven't been so well, but..."
"Look up here."
The Frenchman looked around till he noticed the huge building he stopped in front of. "Yes, it's this building. You have to look up here." Spy cocked an eyebrow till he leaned his head back to see a certain figure all the way on top...a certain teammate, but in a different color from Spy's team.
"Scout, what are you doing?!"
The younger man in blue noticed the other man down below starting to move towards the building, "No, no! Stay there. Stay where you are."
"Just...please stay where you are, Spy."
Sighing, Spy stepped back, "Fine..." He kept his eyes on the bun
Meet The Spy*The loud, piercing sound of a blue fire bell rings out through the Blu Base. The camera pans to a lit-up sign that reads 'Intruder Alert.' The camera pans to the 'Red Spy' and 'In Base' respectively as well.*psycoskunk
PA: Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert! Red Spy is in the base!!!
*Camera zooms out revealing a huge board with tons of different warnings. A Blu Soldier stares at the board.*
Soldier: The Red Spy is in the base?!
*Lively sounding trumpet driven music starts playing. the Soldier grabs his shotgun and makes his way to the Intelligence Room. Blue warning lights go off as he goes down the stairs.*
Soldier: Hut hut hut hut hut hut hut... *As he goes down the stairs. He almost trips as he reaches the bottom.*
PA: Protect the briefcase!
Soldier: We need to protect the briefcase! *Looks around.*
Blu Scout: Yo! A little help over here? *He's pulling on the door to try to open it.*
Soldier: *Grunts a bit and pushes Scout away.* Stand back, son... 1, 1, 1, errr..... 1! *Soldier punches in the