Prologue: The war had been luring. Each of the men that ended up there had been pulled in by some aspect of it. For some maybe it was the prospect of immortality, or for others to escape reality of their lives, and possibly, for a few, the craze and bloodlust the battlefield brought. Slowly they flowed into the opposing bases as they finished their trainings. Each found that of the classes they had been assigned, there was one. Two if you counted both teams, but it was not as if they would communicate. To meet with your mirror meant bloodshed, unconditionally and always. It was in the contract. Everyone lived by it. Although there were not many rules, if you broke them, that was the end of you. No examples of anyone breaking the rules were ever told of, and that only added to the prickling fear. Nobody was allowed to tell their real names or locations other than nationality. That was the first rule. It was also the loosest, although most of the mercenaries still only used their titles. Almost no one revealed anything about themselves. Respawn would not be activated after ceasefire officially began. Power would not needlessly be wasted no matter the situation. Nobody had permission to study the machine either. No blueprints were left of the Respawn even with the possibility that it could break down. Neither team went out of their own territory during ceasefire. If you were not killed by the opposing team, something much worse would be waiting for you, assured personally by The Administrator. All personnel were required present on the battlefield unless they spoke to the Administrator or head of their respective base. Getting permission for anything was not an easy task. After curfew, personnel were required in-base, but not necessarily in their quarters. Vacations were chosen by the Administrator, if she was feeling generous. To prevent out of job killings, separate teams were let off at different times. The better team usually got more favors. The BLU Team never seemed to receive favors. BLU Team knew that they were not the better team. The poster-boys had always been the RED Team. Advertising the war with colorful illustrations of blood and colored uniforms merged together. They were the underdogs, having only 8 mercenaries in the first place, the dirt under RED’s feet. Holding on, but not by much. Some of them blamed it on the Administrator. Others saw through their own battered pride, seeking the true problem. It was obvious if you put it together. There were some small fights amongst each other, some big ones too. This wouldn’t have been a problem if BLU was made up of people who generally got together. This was the exact opposite. It wasn’t that the people of BLU were nasty to each other. Some were, but not all of them. It just seemed there was a brick wall between most of the members. Cold and silence masked the comrades of their worlds. People were there - people who may have been kind if a tiny step was made towards them – but a distance of a million miles still split them despite this. The Engineer noticed most. He knew that he was who would notice that type of thing, too. He had tried the first couple days there trying to interact with his teammates. Most were unwilling. So, instead of trying to fight two hopeless battles a day, he watched. They had no Scout. The Engineer had seen one on the other team, who was hell during intelligence matches. Ran real fast, had a mouth just as quick. The Engineer was a bit happy they did not have a Scout. The BLU Soldier was slightly less insane than the RED one, considering that he did not keep a collection of severed heads Respawn didn’t pick up. He didn’t seem to have any verbal connection to inanimate objects either, but instead muttered to himself frequently. He carried a pickaxe around sometimes, and the rest of the team avoided him on those days. His helmet was also almost always covering his surprisingly blight blue eyes, and the Engineer wondered to himself how he managed to see out from under it. Despite the caution he took around the man, the Engineer found the Soldier’s personality was a bit funny, sans the crazy and unpredictable nature. The Pyromaniac was one of the more social, which slightly surprised the Engineer. He couldn’t speak from under his gasmask, which he never took off, but sometimes he wrote. Other times it was up to the listener to decipher what he had said. He was a vastly more mellow than most of the other members too, venturing out of his room frequently and joining whoever was around, whether it was to listen to the radio in the kitchen or watch the TV in the leisure room. He also went to see the Engineer while he worked in his workshop, which Engineer was happy about. Having company was a nice thing. Sometimes he would bring his flare gun or flamethrower with him to add a new layer of paint or clean them out with the various tools and substances the Engineer kept in his work-area. He was not afraid to interact with anyone it seemed, although he kept a caution around the Spy and Soldier. Neither had much tolerance. Pyro seemed to recognize this, along with the other moods of the team. He could tell when and when not to be social. The Demolitions Expert, or Demoman, was relatively friendly, but also usually drunk on whiskey. Despite this and the fact that he only had one eye, he still got his job done generally well. He could be social, but it his speaking usually slurred and it made it hard to figure out what he was saying. His writing was also incredibly messy and slanted. When he wasn’t drunk or acting loopy he was a good storyteller and also nice to work with when creating new technology. He knew almost everything about bombs and explosives, at least Engineer thought. Then again, he wasn’t in that field of study. The only downside of the Demo was that he had a prickly temper that sometimes would erupt out of nowhere, usually at the Soldier, which never ended well. The Soldier also had a temper similar to this, but while the Demo had an anger of an erupting volcano, the Soldier had one of the sun itself, and wouldn’t let things go. The Demo didn’t get caught up on thing like this, though. Maybe he forgot the bad events even happened due to his drinking. The Engineer wasn’t sure. The Heavy Weapons Guy was frightening. Although he was more of the teddy bear type of big guy, Engineer couldn’t help being intimidated by his load voice, Russian accent, and stature. He assumed most of team felt this way too, along with the most of RED. The only people he could think of who went out of their way to interact with him were the Pyro and Medic. Engineer felt a little bad for not attempting more that a polite tip of his hardhat towards the fella, but after seeing the temper he held within himself during battle he couldn’t help being careful. He had a passion for sandwiches, the Engineer knew. Or all food in general, actually. Mostly sandwiches, though. Nobody touched the sandwich. Nobody. You were a dead man if you did, which he had made clear in his broken English on his first day at the base. The Soldier absolutely despised the Russian, tossing insults about communism at him, seemingly not taking into consideration that the Heavy could snap his neck without much effort. If he could, the Engineer usually tried to usher the Soldier away from the Heavy before things got ugly. On some occasions they did fight, but the Heavy did have some compassion in him somewhere, for he didn’t put his whole being into it like he did on the battlefield. He was careful not to hurt anyone on his team, which the Engineer found as a relief. The Medic and Heavy were close. Engineer wasn’t sure how close, but it was pretty tight between them. They were always together on the battlefield. The Medic did not forget his duties however, and made it his top priority to assist his team. He was the sort of uptight all business type of guy, and took his job very seriously. Under his façade however, the Engineer saw the way the Medic smiled while ripping an enemy apart with his bonesaw. It was the crazed smile of a maniac. Soldier also had insults for the Medic about his heritage, hollering about Nazis and World Wars. The Engineer couldn’t keep the creeping suspicions away when he thought of that smile. He still did not say anything, for the Medic did his job well and was generally polite, although sometimes he muttered in German what could be assumed as insults. The Sniper was a flighty man, aloof yet when brought back to reality, stressed and slightly paranoid. His aviators hid tired eyes. Sniper didn’t like spending time in the base regularly, usually staying out at his nest until curfew. What he did from there was randomized. Sometimes he would talk to the others, sometimes he would watch television, and sometimes he would brood over cold coffee, sitting at the table in the mess hall. He was eerily silent at times, and at others he would speak in a gruff voice to the Engineer. About the weather, or little snippets about their homes (despite the rules), or how they had been close to winning a match yesterday. His moods were also forever changing, like he had a slight essence to himself that affected the air around him. Some days he was slightly more hopeful and would do better during the round, others he was completely off his game and would end up in Respawn several times due to backstab. Despite this, he didn’t stoop down to using jarate as a method in battle. The Engineer was happy that the Sniper didn’t use it, unlike the RED sniper, even if it did mean more deaths on the battlefield. It was just disgusting having piss thrown about out there. And finally, there was the Spy. He was like the Medic very professional, but almost never slipped up. He didn’t hold the same passion of watching someone suffer like the RED Spy did, and made his jobs quick. Despite his skill on the battlefield, he was not social. He didn’t participate in much outside of battles with the team, preferring to seal himself up in his room. Most of the team was cautious of him, and things were held against him that really were having to do with his RED counterpart. The Pyro seemed to like him (He liked pretty much everyone) but the Spy had the same problem with the firebug that everyone else had with him, which the Engineer saw as ironic. The Soldier didn’t like spies in general, indifferent to the color of uniform. The Sniper had obvious reasons to feel cautious. The Heavy and Medic didn’t particularly fond of him either. Both backstabbed in a row one too many times. The Engineer himself was also cautious of him, especially when he slipped into the Engineer’s workshop to request maintenance on his cloaking watch. They looked so much alike, the Engineer noticed. But they all did, in a way. It was different when the person could appear to be any one of your teammates. Engineer saw the RED Team at times, going into their base after a victorious battle. They laugher and messed around with each other casually. The Engineer wished for something like that. Like a family. Something to represent the family he had left to earn the money at BLU. Unfortunately, the future did not seem to hold any vision of this type of life. --- I may plan out a plot for this, but for now this is merely just background information. The views will switch around and will mainly be in the BLU team's perspective. I notice that I did not put dialogue in this, but be assure that there will be. It is past midnight here, so excuse silly mistakes. Thanks. -Bread
I like this so far. I always feel up to some character development/explanations. No dialogue is fine with me, in my opinion too much dialogue is useless. It should only be used when having an actual purpose. I am REALLY wondering where this will go. It reminds me of the lesson in a way, since I suspect a BLU Scout being sent in and getting the team together in a team. I will be lurking to see this update. Great job on this !
Oh man, the description of the BLU team's Soldier and Sniper matches my headcanon for them perfectly. Great work so far, I look forward to seeing where this goes.
I liked this prologue and I'd like to see more :) But you should give an explanation for the lack of a BLU Scout, it's weird that the blatant imbalance of 8 mercenaries against 9 is just ignored. Also a small correction: The Heavy and Medic didn’t particularly fond of him either should be "weren't particularly fond."
Thank you all for the feedback. :) Insecuriosity: I didn't want to jump right into a story considering that each of the characters have interesting personalities and backstories. (Although no canon backstories were given.) There have been a lot of stories with too much dialogue going around... Some of the ideas people have got going are really nice, but they need to put more thought into it! Not saying I'm perfect. Oh, no, far from it. (Yes, there will be lessons in this story... and also plain ol' shenanigans.) Anonymous: Thanks, I'm happy about that. I didn't want the BLU team to be exactly alike to the RED team. They're still different people after all... Millia: Oh, you don't have to worry about that. The plot will turn, in fact, very quickly. And thank you, I will go correct it. If I can? This place is very hard to navigate.
Chapter 1: When HQ called there was always silence. Everything went quiet. The Team would silently stream in as they noticed and hover around whoever was speaking to BLU. It was always them, nobody else ever called. The only problem with this was being sure the right person picked up the phone. Soldier was not good with phones; Engineer realized when he found the whole thing ripped out from its position on the wall. The wires were still intact, but the person on the other end, who was almost definitely HQ (victim to the Soldier’s rage), had long hung up. Pyro and Demo weren’t much good either. Pyro always ventured to the phone, in case he had to pick up if nobody else came, but neither him nor the Demoman could be understood. The Sniper was a similar problem, he always mumbled while speaking, the nervousness seeping through his voice. Heavy with his broken English was sometimes understandable, but at other times he did not understand what was being said or the other way around. Medic and Spy were the best with the phone, and in general with HQ, but neither seemed exactly eager to speak with them. Which left the Engineer. His southern drawl wasn’t that bad, he thought. Still understandable. He didn’t have the conniving charm of the Spy, or the formal negotiation skill of the Medic either. He didn’t want to risk setting off his employers. So he didn’t object. It was early morning. Engineer was getting out a loaf of bread to make toast when the phone rang. He jumped, startled, whirling around to face the mass of technology covered in black plastic, eyebrows creased. Nobody else was in the mess. … Looks like he would have to take it. He walked over to the buzzing telephone, and picked it up after a moment’s hesitation. “Hello?†“Hello.†There was a pause. “This is the Engineer I assume?†A young voice spoke to him from the other reviver. Ms. Pauling, he was sure. “Howdy, miss.†“Oh, good. I’ve called to speak to you about the next shipment of supplies to the base. It’s due to arrive in two days, if you have been keeping track of the patterns of BLU corporations recently.†“Yeah, I figured out the format to that a while ago.†The Engineer rubbed the back of his neck a bit sheepishly. She was good at figuring people out. “What did ya want to tell me about it?†“BLU Corporations has noticed that there has been an increasing decline in victories on their team, Mister Conagher.†Her voice no longer held any friendliness, dissolving into complete seriousness. “If this keeps going, BLU will loose the war. I’m sure neither of us want this, Mister Conagher.†His throat suddenly felt dry, and he had a bit of trouble speaking. “No ma’am.†There was a small silence, and Miss Pauling began speaking again. “However, we do realize that this is not entirely your team’s fault… The RED Team has had 9 members while yours has only 8.†There was a ruffling of papers on the other line, and the Engineer shifted his weight to his other leg anxiously. “So,†She continued, “we have decided to add another member to your team.†The Engineer let out a small sigh of relief, a slight smile coming to his face. No bad news. At least not yet. “The final member of your team will be… Should I say, a handful? But very useful nonetheless. I am certain you already know which class he will be by using the process of elimination.†“When you said a handful you weren’t kidding, Miss.†He chucked a bit. “At least comparing to the RED Team…†“Yes, I realize this. Having a pair of quick feet on the battlefield is important though, or at least that’s what I’ve been told. Good luck, Engineer.†And the line went dead. --- Update, huzzah. (I hope I've got a good Engineer personality going?) Either way, enjoy. (And yes, Insecuriosity, you guessed it.)
Very enjoyable, I'm anxious to see the next chapter. "The final member of your team will be... Should I say, a handful? But very useful nonetheless. I am certain you already know which class he will be by using the process of elimination." When I began reading this bit I was suddenly worried that this would turn out to be one of those fics where a female (usually a blatant self-insert) joins the team, I actually sighed in relief when I noticed the "he".
Oh, God, that would have been bad. The internet doesn't like OCs, and I am not an exception. Thank you for the feedback, I'm happy your enjoying it so far.
Spy woke up rather irritated, chatter echoing from outside his door. Usually during ceasefire everyone went off to do whatever they wanted, and the base was quiet. Unfortunately, this apparently was not the case at the moment. The thought crossed his mind that he shouldn’t have picked a room near the kitchen, a frequent conclusion that he made upon being woken up. He also should have made sure not to have a room anywhere near the Soldier. Lesson learned, if he ever got the chance to switch rooms the Spy would not make the same mistake. He shifted with a deep breath to look at the door. The light blue walls of the room complemented the plain white desk and chair against it nicely; the Spy had to give HQ credit. Their choice of style always made it seem emptier however. Then again, it may merely seem that way because no one had a ton of possessions in the base besides the Medic and Engineer. There were still voices in the hall. The Spy was not able to distinguish who it was, the walls and doors of the base being reinforced and thick, but he dismissed it as unimportant, turning back to face the wall. Small tallies lined across the surface, and he sighed inwardly at the sight of them. Part of him regretted keeping count of how many days he’d been there. How many were even on the wall? It would have been more graceful to place them on paper. It was not as if anyone went in his room, though. His eyes lingered on them. He probably wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. Since he was up he figured there was no harm in counting. “… Un, deux, trios-†The Spy’s voice went quiet as the droning outside abruptly came to a stop, the tone of farewell in one of the voices. Turning once again, he found the motivation to get up as banging echoed on the door, accompanied by familiarly muffled speech. “Sph!†the voice called, the knocking still persisting to the spook’s dismay. Snatching his coat from off the back of the chair, he slipped it on and opened the door with an expectant gaze. The firebug seemed a little surprised at first, his fist halfway to knocking again, but quickly recovered. Almost immediately the hyperactive pyromaniac began jumbling off gibberish. “Sph! Meph mapht mephmeb mp-“ “Pyromane, unfortunately, like I tell you every time I speak with you, I cannot understand a word you’re saying when you talk that quickly,†he cut in with a slightly exasperated tone. “Srhy!†Pyro responded, then pointing down the hall. He pointedly tried to pronounce each word carefully and slowly. “Mephneneef mph th ph th meh mheph.†They stared at each other blankly for a couple seconds before Pyro went to his last resort. Charades! He decided to enact eating soup, cupping one of his hands and pretending to hold a spoon with the other. He then proceeded to shovel his imaginary soupish substance into where his mouth would be visible. “Go to the mess hall?†The Spy questioned, knotting his eyebrows. The Pyro nodded eagerly, pointing quickly to his left before running off to go find the Sniper. The Spy watched him go, still slightly annoyed about being woken, but did as the Pyromaniac instructed. --- The Sniper was not expecting to have a heart attack this early in the morning, nor outside a battle. However, finding yourself staring into the soulless lenses of an unexpected gasmask can do that to you. He had been sitting in his camper van, feet up on the dash of the passenger seat, reading. His van was usually parked in BLU’s garage, the quietest place in the base, and indeed was eerily quiet when the Pyro came up to the passenger side, tapped on the closed window, and proceeded to scare the crap out of his teammate. The Sniper, who had fallen off the seat, tipped up his hat to stare at the Pyro with a look of surprise. Pyro looked about equally as shocked with the event (and maybe a bit amused), pressing his gasmask against the glass with curiosity. “Srhy, Snphr…!†He the muffled voice was even harder to understand from behind the door. “It’s fine, mate. Step back, I’m going to open the door.†The Pyro disappeared from the window, and the Sniper opened the van, clambering out. He mumbled to the Pyro as he stretched out his back, carelessly tossing the book back into the camper van. “What’s goin’ on, mate?†The Pyro motioned for him to follow, and Sniper obliged. They made their way into the heart of the base. “Where’re we goin’, Firebug?†“Mp fph mspp mphl!†The shorter team member answered through the mask. The Sniper nodded his head in response, even though he had no idea what the blazer had said. --- The Sniper looked around. They had entered the mess hall, the rest of the team already seated, some silent and others conversing casually. Engineer was the only one standing. The Sniper assumed he was the one who had called the meeting. Pyro went to sit next to the Demoman at a table, the Medic to his left; he watched the engineer expectantly through his back lenses. That left the Sniper a spot next to the Soldier. He sighed inwardly and took his place. The conversations died away with the joining of the Pyro and Sniper, and everyone stared at the Engineer expectantly. As the silence continued, he shifted nervously under their gaze. “Come on, Truckie, what have you got for us?†The Soldier finally broke the interlude, bellowing from the farthest seat away. Engineer swallowed. “Well, pardners, we’ve got good news from BLU corporations.†He paused, looking over the other 7 men. He decided not to elongate the suspense. “We’re finally gettin’ our 9th member. Two days time.†Chatter instantly arose. The team members looked at each other from across the table, their attention almost instantly voided from the Engineer. “Now they decided to give us the last member?†“Ha…! We’ve been doin’ fine on our own against those wee lassies…†“Da! RED is babies.†“You’re joking. We haven’t won a match in a couple days!†The Engineer slouched a bit, watching the rest of his team fold into the table to argue. “We’ve all been a team for a long time, and despite our differences we’ve been… generally cooperative. I’m sure we can get along with this somehow.†The Medic sighed with exasperation, and the attention of the room was suddenly on him. “This is already chaotic enough with the 8 of us. Not to mention the class out last recruit will be, ja, Herr Engineer?†Glances were exchanged. “Bloody Hell, he’s a Scout, isn’t he?†The Sniper moaned, collapsing onto the table dramatically. The Spy rolled his eyes. Sniper’s muffled speech continued drearily. “The other one’s enough of a pain in the ass.†“Not any other option, lad… Unless they decided to double up a class,†the Demoman slurred. “Nope, you’re right,†The Engineer rubbed the side of his arm nervously. “He’s a Scout. I reckon we shouldn’t jump the gun and assume he’ll be like the RED’s though.†The Engineer looked around the table for a response, which had fallen into thoughtful silence. “I guess it’s settled then, pardners. The next supply train’s in two days, and that’s when he’ll be comin’ in,†He concluded when nobody said anything. “Very vell.†The Medic growled sourly, standing. “Hopefully he vill not be as much of a nuisance.†With that being said, he exit, and as if on cue the rest of the room went into motion. The majority of the team left the room, going back to whatever they had been doing. The Engineer and the Pyro were the last to leave. “Thanks for helpin’ me get every one round up, pardner.†The Engineer tipped his helmet to the pyromaniac, smiling graciously. Pyro responded with a nod, and what seemed like happy mumbling. “Mhn mhy mhum mhu pha mphmam mphm mhu?†“Er, didn’t quite catch that.†“Chgm, chgm, chgm, Chuhhh Chuhhh!†The Pyro enacted pulling an imaginary truck horn… or was it a whistle? “Train? You want to go along to the train station,†the Engineer rubbed his chin thoughtfully. This was met with fierce nodding. Engineer smiled a bit. “Well, alrighty then, that’s fine by me.†Engineer looked over his shoulder. There was complete silence looming over the corridors, emptiness in the white halls. “Ya’ know, I wish this place was a bit more… Lively. But that’s just me.†The Pyro stared at the Engineer with his glassy lenses, and nodded again. The pair parted ways, retreating to their rooms; escaping the empty white hallways. --- Woo.
Haha ! I'm looking forward to chapter three already ! Right now there isn't much that caught my attention, other than that the characters seem a bit shallow. You have scenes that are probably supposed to deepen out their character ( Like spy counting the days he's been there or Sniper reading in his van), but they don't really seem to do their job very well. You could just have skipped the scene with Spy and Sniper and cut straight to the announcement Engie was going to make, it wouldn't have made much of a difference. Anyway, it's not something you should worry too much about. It's barely noticable and not at all that bothering. You're doing a very nice job with this! Keep it up!
In the Pyro’s opinion the two days waiting for the supply train flew by. Despite the fact that not much activity occurred in the base during ceasefire, he dug up a few of his most treasured comics and spent the days reading. Fireplay was unfortunately not allowed in the base, and it was usually really dusty outside, a pain to get off his suit. Two days after the supplies train comes, the ceasefire ends, the pyro knew. How would the new member do? How would his personality be? He was curious. The Pyro didn’t really like the other Scout that much. Then again, he didn’t like the RED much at all. He liked burning them! But that’s another thing entirely. The Pyro trotted down the empty hallways. Nobody would be up at this time; his internal clock told him that is was around three. Pyro didn’t mind, though. There was plenty of stuff to do around the base. Pyro looked around, and finally decided to enter the living room. Despite the name, not many people came here. The TV in the center of the room didn’t connect to actual channels, but there was a pile of movies next to the boxy machine. Despite there being a couch and several chairs in the area, Pyro preferred the floor. He kneeled next to the movie stack, sifting though the choices. He’s seen all of them. He wondered if the Scout would bring movies. Not that the Scout would know of the Pyro’s predicament in movie choices. The Pyro sighed; the Scout bringing movies was highly unlikely. Oh well. He stood up; the drab selection of movies was making him feel a bit pessimistic. Wandering out of the room, he continued down the hallway. He passed the Demo’s room, hearing snoring from inside, and proceeded past the Soldier’s. He paused slightly, staring. The Soldier was usually the first one up after Pyro, but it would still be a little while before he woke. The Pyro shrugged, continuing on. To the Pyro’s right there was the mess. The Pyro peaked in hopefully, but currently it was empty. Okay. Moving on. The Spy’s room was a little bit further down the hall, where the corridor turns right; a corner. It was always quiet around here. The Pyro personally thought it was sort of nice. It wasn’t like the hollowness of the rest of the base, it just felt calm. The Pyro liked the corners of rooms; they were easy places to sit by and be unnoticed. Or ambush someone; that’s a good reason to like corners too. Turning, he continued down the hall. The Heavy’s room was first to pass. There was slight snoring coming from this one too. Heavy usually helped Pyro make breakfast on Sundays! It was very fun, the Pyro thought, and it seemed to encourage the base to have a happy aura around it. The Pyro liked Sundays the best out of the rest of the week. Engineers room was next to Heavy’s, although he probably wasn’t there. Engineer was known to fall asleep in his workshop a lot. The door was slightly ajar. He contemplated looking in, but that would be rude; he shut the door. The workshop was down the next hall, accompanied by the infirmary on one side and the Respawn machine’s room on the other. Next to the Engineer’s room was his room! There was a corner here too. The Pyro had decorated the door with paint the Engineer let him use. The yellow-orange flames looked magnificent on top of the blue door. Pyro opened up his room, entering. His Backburner and Flaregun rested on the top of his desk, the Axtinguisher positioned leaning against one of the legs. There were paintings of firebirds and flames on the walls, which the Pyro observed with wonder. He was especially proud of these. An unlit candle was positioned on the desk, a couple more in the drawer. The rest of the room was pretty much normal. His bed was across from the door against the wall, the floor void of anything. Content with his art gazing, Pyro exit the room. He went down the third hall, passing the Medic’s room and the infirmary across from that. He usually didn’t fall asleep at his workstation, but there have been a couple occasions where he has fallen asleep in the infirmary, like the situation with the Engineer. The Pyro admired the two’s dedication. An Empty room was next to the Medic’s room, and across from that was the said workshop. The door was usually open, and today it was. Pyro looking into the room, noticing the Engineer sleeping soundly slouched over his work. Yep. Finally, at the end of the hall was the Sniper’s room, which went unused during ceasefire, he would not be in there. The garage door was adjacent to the Sniper’s door, and he usually slept in his van when he had the choice. Not wanting to open the squeaky garage door, the Pyro turned down the last hallway. The Sniper was a light sleeper anyway. The Respawn machine was directly around the corner. The door into the Respawn room was always locked; it was enforced by a code, unlike most of the other rooms in the base. Only the Engineer had the code to that room. The Pyro hadn’t even looked upon the machine that kept him alive for the length of the matches. Next to that there was the supply room. All the extra weapons were in there, along with the regular shipments. A doorway next to that led into the basement, where the majority of extra scrap metal and other supplies went. There was also a door down there that exit into the sewers, and a deep, rectangular concrete hole that Pyro assumed would be a pool if it worked. All the electrical problems and pipes were managed down there. At the end of the hall there was the door into the living room, where Pyro had been before. In the middle of this hallway was the entrance to the base. The Pyro stopped walking and looked around. Choices, choices. What to do? --- Thanks for the feedback, Insecuriosity! I was just planning to add depth in a sort of haphazard but ultimately equal way. Some chapters will have more about a character and some will have less, and sometimes just about general events. (As seen in this chapter with Pyro exploring the base.) I'm happy you like the story so far. :) I actually had this done this morning, but I didn't want to flood the thread, haha.
Crap! Forgot the spacing. Sorry guys.
I can definitely see the effort here, and it works. Pyro's vision on the rest of his teammates has gotten rid of that "shallow" feel I was talking about. I hope you can tell use even more about the characters. I like how you pointed out how Sniper was a light sleeper, that part was great !
I am really enjoying this fic. I look forward to the next update.