team fortress 2 characters neededhey do u have a team fortress 2 oc !More Like This
well hey im starting a team the following needed will be listed below u can be any color red or blue it doesnt matter ( the characters need to be unique in some way)
medic: :iconsadger: red
soldier: :icongatormouth: red
pyro: :iconcakemanlhk: blue
sniper: :iconpeerieheid: blue
heavy: :iconhis-bushman: red
demoman: :iconninja-inu: red
scout: :iconjackfrosts1girl: blue
engineer: :iconlefeathermouth: blue
The Spy-der 2: Follow-UpThe Medic wasn’t particularly pleased with the Spy’s presence in his room, but the little drama queen was having issues, and where else does one turn to when they have issues but the Medic? After the events of last week with the spider, and Spy’s consequent whining, Medic had half the decision made to just send the Spy to see Demoman to tell HIM about his problems. In all honesty, Medic couldn’t give less of a flying fig about Spy’s feelings; but he had an obligation to keep his team healthy, and that meant both mentally and physically. Now, said Spy was curled up on Medic’s bed, back up against the wall, and legs drawn up to his chest.More Like This
“You know you really ought to get more seating options in ‘ere,” the Spy had said when he first entered, noticing the only places to sit were Medic’s bed and leather office chair next to his desk.
“I like it zhis vay,” the Medic replied haughtily, “It keeps peopl
The Spy-derSpy was tired. It had been a long day of sapping sentries and backstabbing the members of the RED team. Occasionally he’d had to shoot a few of them, but usually he was sneaky enough to get right up close and use his knife. There was no doubt about it; even the Heavy said he was a ‘Credit to team.’ He had definitely earned an evening of peace and solitude.More Like This
As soon as he was alone behind the locked door of his room he shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it on the closet. Luckily, his kills had been clean today and no one had gotten blood on his suit. He rolled up his shirtsleeves and sat down in his favorite armchair by the window to read for a while before dinner. He was tempted to take off his mask in an effort to get more comfortable, but discarded the idea after realizing he would just have to put it back on before he went downstairs for dinner.
He chose Lady Chatterley’s Lover from his stack of books on the table next to him. He had to move Charlotte