Gonna nitpick on you. Sunlight filtered into the abandoned fortune teller’s stand. Two men stood in its cracked-open doorway. They were broad shouldered, brazen folks. The first of the two to enter was taller than his companion, his one lone eye staring into the glass sphere on the table. He pursed his lips, but did not shy away. He took two steps into the building before being overtaken by his friend. The shorter of the two stomped around the hut, helmet swaying as he searched through its contents. The taller man sighed. His companion had no respect. Why not just start with "the Demoman" and "the Soldier" here, adding the descriptors later? This reads more like a police blotter than narrative.