#grey mann

[jevilowo]

How the mercs would play tf2

Scout is a Heavy main bc he likes the POWER. He tried playing as himself but kept dying bc of low health and got pissed. Constantly yelling for Medic. The 124hp disease is eternal.

Soldier only plays as himself because it's American. Keeps ragequitting. Can't figure out how to rocket jump in game. Has broken 79284654 keyboards in rage.

Pyro plays as themself mostly, but I can see them messing around as other classes on occasion. I think they'd get a kick out of playing Medic sometimes. Still, they're mostly themself and one of those players you think are friendlies bc they do mannrobics over and over but then they unleash fiery death upon you.

Demo would try to play himself but accidentally clicks on a different class and ends up being really good at that too despite being absolutely fucking hammered. Can't aim meelees for shit (just like me fr) but is alright with regular guns. Especially enjoys the wonders of w + m1ing people as Pyro.

Heavy plays himself obviously. Don't think he'd be into playing anyone else, except maybe as medic to pocket his sisters if they played (Zhanna is also a Heavy main btw). He'd be really bad at first but get good really fast. Always remembers to throw sandviches to the medics like (gigachad)

Engie would only play himself, but I think he'd get distracted thinking of ways to improve the game. Only plays in five minute bursts and spends the rest of his time building mods to improve The Experience. Pyro guards his buildings vigilantly between these bursts and they rarely crumble under their watchful gaze and neon sign of sapper destruction.

Medic plays himself mostly, but usually as a battle medic. Ze healing is not as rewarding and all that. I think he'd also be into the POWER (like Scout) of playing massive damage dealing classes (like Pyro, Heavy and Soldier) because again. Hurting.

Sniper would only play himself no exceptions. Slowly evolves into one of those 3000hr 4channer sniper mains and gets ridiculously competitive about the whole thing. Gets so caught up in headshotting he forgets he has a secondary weapon and meelee and dies easily to spies.

Spy abhors the game as a whole, especially playing himself, as it doesn't "accurately portray the intricacies of being a spy" or whatever. Plays occasionally to troll under an alt account but tell no one or he'll fuck your mother.

Miss Pauling would enjoy playing Demo I think, going off vibes alone, but she'd get a kick out of Scout on 2fort matches specifically because it's Efficient for Objective Completion.

Admin is, like Spy, beyond such frivolities. If she ever bothered I think she'd enjoy Sniper or Spy as she too spends a lot of time Staring.

Saxton Hale only plays on his own mode, and as Heavy when not as himself. Hes really fucking annoying about it.

Like I said, Zhanna's defo a Heavy main, but plays Soldier sometimes to bond with her husband. She's way better than him, obviously.

Merasmus hates Soldier and will ragequit any match with Soldiers in them which means he doesnt play often. When he does, however, he likes to be a Demoknight.

Scout's Ma plays Pyro. Like Ms Pauling, this is vibes alone, but she'd also play Spy and Scout sometimes as they are her boyfriend/son.

Grey Mann wouldn't play he'd just infest the game with more bots because he sucks like that.

[beepartcollection]

this grey has to be erased for what im drawing but it came out too good to let go into the ether

[another-delta-lover]

4 BIG GUYS (gray Mann and cheavy ref)

we really should stop bringing up our inside jokes, darling. here u go!, btw 🤭

[kaminassss]

Meet T R A G E J I D A

After being brutally killed by the classic Heavy, the Grey Spy respawned as he normally did every time he failed a mission."

Wherever he was, his soul was eager to revive so he could quickly save his boss from the clutches of those traitorous mercenaries...But something went wrong,very wrong

The respawn machine used in gravel co It required supervision and a powerful source of energy for its correct operation, otherwise what would come out of the machine would be...this

The only thing that keeps him alive is the Australium that runs through his veins as a result of having that small pacemaker created by Grey Mann for years.

Only Grey Mann was the one who could fix his body when the machine failed...but now he is no longer here, he's gone

Now "tragejida" As the grey spy now calls himself, he wanders the world in search of Australium, no matter who he steals it from or how,He needs it to keep living, he needs it... to bring Grey mann back.

At least, this is how he believes he can bring his beloved boss back to life.

[pinktint]

WAIT YOU LIKE TF2????? THAT'S SO COOL???????

May I please have a Grey Mann moodboard with themes of fatherhood (specifically having a daughter) and robots please?

i do love tf2! it was my special interest last year and kind of still is! my favorite is medic and sniper haha. i actually had a dream i hugged scout, now that i type that out it sounds so fucking cringe >_< anyway i’m sorry i couldn’t find any fatherhood stims! family stims just like don’t exist i guess :(

reblogs are encouraged and appreciated!

[carafell]

My origin for Olivia is that she actually is Grays biological daughter, artifically conceived from a DNA sample of his long dead lover.

This unnamed woman was Grays partner somewhere around 1860's; Perhaps she was a westerner, shotgun-under-the-bar type saloon keeper who took Gray in while he was broke? I picture that at the time Gray was struggling with his trauma and wasnt exactly aiming very high, but she was a fierce woman who saw Grays potential and was always there to provide him with a motivational kick on his ass. Or a hug, depends.

Perhaps that blackmail attempt on Zepheniah was her idea? I think that even with Olivia besides she had a great influence on Gray, helping him find confidence and emboldening to play for high stakes. He'd be helplessly in love with her, also shorter lol!!!

Anyway, I think she would have died to some illness, or an accident, somewhere before the 20th century. She was too dynamic and never wanted kids, but agreed for Gray to take a sample of her genes to create a baby when the technology will be advanced enough.

Once time was right, Gray mixed their genes and artifically created their daughter. Olivia would have inherited her mothers character, so much that sometimes Gray would struggle with managing her energy and stubbornness, just as he could barely keep up with her mom. I think she kind of keeps him going the same way that woman did.

[volno-pesh]

that fuckinf mann co propaganda in my phone again bro ToT

[scouttf2sballs]

sorry for dying i have NOT had the motivation to draw anyways tf2 oc

think he’s just a guy. just a fella.

doodles below

[eris090]

Title - Please Pet the Patriot

No archive warnings

Ships - BLU Soldier/RED Demoman/Zhanna (Team Fortress 2)

Tags - Anal Fingering, Penis in vagina sex, Femdom, Puppy Play, Pet Play, Praise Kink, Threesome - F/M/M, Oral Sex, Fluff and Smut, Riding, Written Accents, Subspace

Description - Soldier has a rough day of getting his ass kicked, so Demo and Zhanna decide to help him turn his brain off (even more so than it usually is.) [This is a follow up to War Dog]

Words - 3,397

When the news of the administrators death reached Miss Pauling all operations done by Mann Co. kinda shut down for a while. It took a month for Miss Pauling to even confirm that she hadn't died as well by sending out official unemployment papers to the mercs who for that entire month had been in their respective bases, waiting for news on what they were supposed to do.

Technically their employer was dead, but the man that signed their paychecks, Saxton Hale, certainly wasn't. He, along with his lifelong sweetheart Maggie, were also waiting for news, since technically Miss Pauling was in charge now.

For a time, instead of screams and gunshots being heard on the battlefield, there was only idle chatter between the mercs, the majority of whom didn't really give a shit about fighting each other anymore, instead opting to just talk. Of course not all of them got along though. The two enemy Soldiers were the main source of the few gunshots and explosions that could still be heard throughout the field as they just couldn't seem to get enough of killing each other. The Blu Soldier, however, did eventually stop, as he actually had more important things to attend to.

Demo and Zhanna, his two favorite people. Before the whole Gray Mann disaster Soldier had thrived on spending time with his best friend, lover and sometimes owner, Demo. Inside the battlefield, the two would ruthlessly chide one another to keep their relationship inconspicuous, making fun of each other with grins on their faces that they just couldn't seem to get rid of whenever they were looking at their respective partner.

And even though Gray Mann caused this not so domestic bliss to end, Soldier was also quite glad that the old man had seeked immortality, as if he hadn't, Soldier would've never met his other partner, Zhanna. The bruteish woman was the only person who could match his insanity and raw strength in a way that they were equally matched. Sometimes when the two would wrestle Zhanna would get him in a headlock and Soldier would grin as he thought that Zhanna might genuinely kill him with her sheer power. Of course she never did. Zhanna loved Soldier just as much as he loved her.

As for Zhanna and Demo's relationship, the two got along incredibly well! The Russian woman was one of the very few people who could hold their liquor as well as Demo could and while before it would just be Soldier and Demo going out to blow up abandoned buildings in Teufort, it was now Soldier, Demo, and Zhanna going out to blow up abandoned buildings in Teufort, and with a woman who could crumble a wall with just a kick, the destruction would take a lot less time than it had before.

The time they saved due to Zhanna's sheer strength was put into other activities they all enjoyed. Demo had once tried to introduce golf to the woman, however was unsuccessful as Zhanna seemed to develop a dislike of the sport once she hit 23 balls into a nearby lake. Regardless, the two men enjoyed introducing her to things outside of the Siberian mountains. One thing she certainly hadn't been aware of before she started living in New Mexico was Soldiers affinity for being treated like a dog.

When Soldier and Zhanna first met, the first thing they did was have sex, and Zhanna absolutely loved it, of course, but she quickly discovered that she enjoyed being the one in control much more than she enjoyed submission. Soldier took the lead the first time given that Zhanna had no experience whatsoever, but as it turned out, Zhanna was a fast learner.

The second time they had sex, which was after they had defeated Gray, Zhanna practically pounced on Soldier, biting and kissing his neck, toying with his nipples, licking up his shaft and basically teasing him until he was all but a whimpering mess below her. She was equally pleased as she was surprised at the fact that Soldier submitted so easily, curious as to how such a bold, brutish man could so quickly become the sight she had below her. She found herself thinking about it more and more until she decided to ask Demo about it.

Walking into his room in the RED barracks for the first time, Zhanna found it surprisingly clean. Besides the clothes that were piled on the floor in his open closet the floor was empty of clutter and looked to have been recently vacuumed. He had a desk where he was currently sitting and reading a book that seemed like a cryptozoologist's dream come true with a bottle of scrumpy sitting on the floor next to him.

Having not noticed Zhanna's entrance, likely due to his drunken state, Demo panicked when the Russian woman slapped him on the shoulder. Quickly reaching for the sword that was leaning on his bed, Demo turned around, relaxing at the sight of Zhanna and dropping the blade just as quickly as he had picked it up. “Aye-! …Oh, hello lass.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Sorry about meh’ reaction ther’. ‘Ve been readin’ about malicious crae'tures ‘nd its made meh’ a tad jumpy.”

Zhanna stood in front of him now with her hands resting on her hips, tilting her head at Demo's explanation. “What kind of malicious creatures?” She raised an eyebrow. Demo glanced back at his book. “Specula'ive biology. Means animals that aren't proven by scientists.” He looked back at Zhanna, who shrugged at his answer. “Sounds fake. If there were animals stronger than bear here then I would have fought them. Also large Australian man would probably have mounts of their heads by now.” Demo shrugged in agreement, not caring much about the subject. “Anyways.” He spun his chair around. “What brings ye’ ‘ere lass?”

It took a moment for Zhanna to formulate her question, unsure of how to ask about Soldiers submissive behavior before reaching a conclusion. “Why is Jane so weak in his brain?” She worded her question the best she could, her grasp on the English language slightly worse than her brothers.

Demo cocked an eyebrow. “Do ye’ not know about ‘is lead poisonin’?” Zhanna shook her head. “No, I am not talking about that.” She corrected, “I mean why is he so- …what is word-? when someone gives up very easy?” She racked her brain for the term she was looking for, unable to find it. “Ye’ mean submissive?” Demo assisted her. She nodded, “Yes, why is Jane so submissive in bedroom? I am not complaining but how did he become like that.” She completed her question, to which Demo just chuckled. “Aye think the answer ‘s still lead poisonin’. He's an odd one. But fer’ yer’ information he just likes it. Sometimes I treat ‘im like a dog and he just melts."

Considering Demo's explanation thoroughly, Zhanna found that it made perfect sense that a man like Jane would enjoy being treated like the creature some people saw him as, a mutt. Demo opened the drawer on his desk and pulled out a collar for proof of Jane's infatuation with the idea, a silver tag with his name branded on it attached to the collar which Demo handed to Zhanna so she could examine it. The green leather appeared big enough to fit perfectly around her fiance's neck and looked to have been lightly bitten in a few spots.

The grin that appeared on Zhanna's face was telling.

“Jane has had rough day. I think making him relax would be good idea.” She lowered her eyebrows in a seductive manner eyeing the collar before cocking an eyebrow and looking back up at Demoman who was now grinning as well. “That sounds damn great!” He looked at the clock behind Zhanna. “Jane ‘ill probably show up here in aroond 5 minutes. Ye’ wanna prepare a su'prise fer’ ‘im?” Demo's excitement grew at the prospect, smiling at his lovers, quite frankly, gorgeous fiancé and getting up from his chair. Zhanna nodded, “sounds like excellent idea. I assume you will participate too?” She asked, which Demo confirmed rather swiftly. “It would be meh’ pleasure.”

The two organized the room to be more comfortable for the event that was about to occur there. Placing a 2 extra blankets on Demo's bed, taking the bottle of lube in Demo's drawer and setting it on his bedside table next to the collar and taking a headband with dog ears on it out of the closet, an item Demo had introduced Jane to the last time they had done this which Jane absolutely fell in love with, and setting it on the pillow.

It wasn't long after they finished preparing that Jane busted into the room, his usual eccentric grin replaced with a grimace, filled to the brim with anger. His irritated expression disappeared for only a second when he laid eyes on Zhanna, surprised to find her in Demoman's room. “Hello maggot.” He mumbled, crossing his arms. Zhanna gazed at her fiance sympathetically before motioning him over to her, where she took both of his hands in hers. “Did RED doppelganger kill you?” She asked before Jane nodded stiffly.

Demo approached Soldier from behind, collar in hand, as he wrapped his arms around the patriots waist. “Aye, don't worry about it Jane. Ye'll get that bastard next time.” He leaned around to kiss the man's temple, lifting his helmet slightly in the process. Zhanna let go of Soldier's hands and brought them up to his face where she placed them on his cheeks and used her pointer finger to lift his helmet so she could see his eyes which appeared exhausted. “Would you like to relax with us my maggot ridden сахарная слива?” Zhanna sweet-talked her fiance with the vocabulary he often used, to which Soldier only leaned into Zhanna's hand letting his eyes close slightly.

The feeling of familiar leather wrapping around his neck had Soldier’s eyes open within an instant, lifting his hands to grab Demo's wrists but not stopping his movements. Regardless, Demo stopped moving. “Is this alright Janey?” He asked for consent, the cutesy nickname slipping past his lips on accident. Soldier hesitated, but found himself nodding before he even fully considered it. He just wanted his lovers to help him turn his brain off even more so than usual, so they continued their plan to do exactly that.

Tavish strapped the collar around the patriots neck, toying with the tag for a moment before sliding his hands down to Jane's pants where he started unbuttoning them. Zhanna began the same process with her fiance's blue jacket that had been stained red with the blood of the enemy team. Soldier leaned forward and placed his lips against Zhanna's, putting his hands on her waist to pull her in. Zhanna quickly escalated the kiss by pushing her tongue into Jane's mouth, pressing it against his teeth and just barely reaching the back of his mouth where she forced a gag out of the patriot before pulling back. “хороший мальчик…you will be so good for us.” She praised the patriot, causing a soft hum to rumble from his throat.

Demo finished undoing Soldiers pants and pulled them down along with his boxers just enough that his cock was able to escape its confines. Looking down at the floor, Soldier's cheeks grew red before Demo gently wrapped his hand around him, admiring the way his expression appeared to strain as he growled. “Thar’ he is…” Tavish used his left hand to remove Soldier’s helmet and kissed the back of his neck, throwing the headwear onto the floor where the carpet stopped it from clattering.

With Soldier's jacket unbuttoned Zhanna slid it off his shoulders before removing his second layer by just pulling it over his head, almost certainly ripping it in the process. Now fully undressed, the two led the patriot over to sit on the bed. “Prep yerself for us, ‘lright pup?” Tavish instructed before Soldier quickly obeyed, taking the lube from the bedside table and smearing it on his fingers. While Soldier prepped himself, his two lovers began stripping. Zhanna finished much faster as she wasn't wearing a uniform and swiftly walked over to the bed where she lifted Soldier's head and sat down behind him before resting his head back down on her thighs.

Reaching behind her, Zhanna took the dog ears from the pillow and set them on Soldier's head, the fake ears matching the color of his dirty blond buzz. Jane seemed to not care about the headband however as he stretched himself, now having two fingers inside where he curled them against his prostate, causing him to elicit a shrill whine.

Glancing over as he undid his pants, Demo furrowed his eyebrows. “Don't go pleasurin’ yerself now. Yer’ only s'posed to be stretchin’, alright?” He condemned, causing Soldier to whimper quietly but comply nonetheless with a nod. “Good boy.” Zhanna praised her fiance for obeying, scratching his head between the fake ears.

Once he finished undressing, Demo joined the two on his bed, straddling the patriot so that their dicks were pressed against each other. Soldier reached behind him to take Zhanna's thighs in his hands, squeezing them just hard enough that it would likely leave bruising as Demo took both of them in his hand and gave a few weak pumps.

“Do ye’ want me to fuck ye’? Or do ye’ want yer’ lovely fiance to ride ye’?” Demo gave the patriot a choice as he took the lube from the bedside table and smeared it on his hand. Zhanna looked down at Soldier who returned her gaze with a dumb, wobbly grin. “Zhanna-” He squeezed her thighs and winced as Demo stroked his cock, sticking it with lube. “I want to be inside you…” He looked to the side, blushing, to which Zhanna chuckled as a grin covered her face. “You are adorable my Jane.” She complimented before getting off the bed, putting Soldier's head back on the pillow and taking Demo's place after he pulled away from Jane as well.

With Zhanna now in his place, Demo moved to where she had been sitting, and while his thighs weren't nearly as soft as the curvy woman Soldier was lucky to have as his brides, Jane seemed to enjoy laying his head on them all the same. While Zhanna lined herself up to sink onto Jane, Demo scratched Soldier's head between the fake ears just like she had done, smiling at the way Jane melted into his touch like he hadn't felt another person in ages until Zhanna suddenly sunk down on Jane's cock. With only the head in so far, Zhanna wasn't too uncomfortable as she adjusted to her fiance's size, finding the pulsing of Jane's member inside of her to be absolutely adorable while Jane sucked in breath through his teeth.

Demo continued to pet Soldier as he forced himself not to buck up into the soft, wet heat of his fiance, desperate whimpers escaping his throat as he craved more. “Yer’ doin’ good pup. Just keep behavin’.” Demo comforted his desperate lover, placing his hand over the patriots as he white knuckle gripped the sheets. Slowly, Zhanna sank further down, allotting more pleasure to the patriot she so adored. Jane writhed underneath her, doing all he could to keep himself from fucking into her, the sensation of how she squeezed around him making it all the harder as she sank further.

Eventually, much to Soldiers delight, he was completely inside, his finance sitting on him as she looked down at him lovingly. “Ple-please…” Jane gasped, begging to be given pleasure by either of his partners, both of whom just smiled. “You can ask better than that, my Jane.” Zhanna teased, beckoning Soldier to beg for more pleasure as she grinned in a way that wasn't quite evil, but was certainly cruel. Soldier growled. “Dammit maggots! Just- rgh- just touch me-!” He begged, the rude notion behind his words however making them invalid in his partners eyes.

Zhanna lifted her hips enough that Soldier's cock exited her, causing the Patriot to elicit a truly ungodly sound. “Be polite mutt. Thas’ no way te’ talk to yer’ lovers.” Tavish scolded even though he hadn't stopped petting the patriots head. Soldier shoved his head backwards into Demo's thighs out of pure need, writhing below the Russian woman as he attempted to formulate a single coherent thought. “Shit- please, please I-I need you…I want to be inside you- wanna breed you-!” Soldier begged, fuelled only by desperation as he winced at letting that last part slip. Zhanna smiled at her fiance's compliance, sinking back down onto him in one swift motion, causing him to flinch and thrust up into her. “Sweet lady liberty-'' Soldier groaned through clenched teeth that formed a wobbly grin as Zhanna started to ride him.

Slowly lifting her hips once again, Jane squirmed as he forced himself not to fuck into her. When Zhanna dropped back down Soldier let out another ear piercing moan, turning his head to the side to bite into Demoman's thigh. Zhanna placed her hand around the patriots throat and used her thumb to tilt his head back up. “Do not silence yourself щенок, let me hear you.” Zhanna instructed, to which Soldier nodded obediently, gasping and panting as he waited for Zhanna to sink back down. “Yes- Grh-! Yes ma’am-!” The patriot cried, wanting nothing more at that moment than to be called a good boy again.

His wish was granted when Zhanna began a steady rhythm of lifting her hips and sinking back down on Soldier's cock while Demoman took his own member in his hand and started to stroke himself, letting pleased moans fall past his lips. Soldier again turned his head, this time not to bite his lover's thigh but instead to lap at his shaft, twisting his neck as far as he could to run his tongue across Demoman's throbbing dick. The Scotsman hummed euphorically as his lover lapped at his cock, switching from petting his head to rubbing his belly as a reward. “Shit- good lad…yer’ such an obedient li’il mutt aren’t ye’?” He praised the patriot’s behavior.

As Zhanna sped up Soldier found he couldn’t keep himself still, rutting up against his fiance in desperation as he neared his climax. The same could be said for Demoman as well as he moved to sit on top of Soldier so he could thrust into the patriots mouth. Soldier happily swallowed around his lover's cock, ignoring the tears running from his eyes due to gagging. “Oh, Jane-” Zhanna sighed, picking up one of Soldier's hands and placing it on her stomach. “Cum for me Jane. Go ahead.”

That was all Soldier needed, bucking his hips up into his beautiful fiance as he filled her with a comfortable warmth that quickly brought her to climax as well. The sheer amount of heat in the room was unbearable as Tavish also neared climax, filling Jane's mouth with his seed. “Cripe, Jane- Yer bloody beautiful-!” Soldier swallowed the hot, sticky substance before letting his head fall back, exhaustion overtaking him.

Zhanna slid off her fiance, smiling at the groan it caused Soldier to let out while Demo stood up to stretch. “Dunnae worry about gettin’ pregnant. Medic can take care of that fer’ ya’...” Demo assured Zhanna to which she nodded before laying her head down on Soldier’s chest, already rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he had fallen asleep. “We can sleep here, yes?” Zhanna asked, really hoping Demo would say yes as her fiance looked absolutely adorable right now and she didn’t want to wake him. “Of course ye’ can!” Demo assured, making Zhanna sigh in relief.

“Here.” Demo took some tissues and gave them to Zhanna. “Go ahead and clean yerself up.” The Russian nodded, wiping the cum from Soldier’s thighs and lips before cleaning around her thighs. Zhanna didn’t shower very often as it was and she certainly didn’t have the energy for one right now so after cleaning up she opted to just throw the tissues away and lay back down. After a very quick wash in the communal showers Demo joined them as well.

[stangeranfanficion]

@dinoburger really inspired me with their grey mann designs and headcanons that made me like open my eyes to Grey as a character. I might make my own headcanons on the old rich tf2 people later so take this small render for right now.

[techmomma]

things that haunt me:

knowing that we will probably never know how this horrible little goblin man

made this horrible little goblin girl

do i think she’s a clone or a robot or just adopted? yes

can we ever conclusively rule out that Grey Mann didn’t boink someone to make her?

no

this is the part that haunts me.

[fastwriterreallylazy]

"A Mission you'll never forget, Part 2"

Miss Pauling: Sniper? Sniper?

Sniper: Miss pauling, he's dead.

Miss Pauling: No..

Sniper looks at his body, kneels down and screams out

"WHYY!!!"

His voice eventually fades until it sounds like it's coming from a speaker.

?? : So, are the targets neutralized?

???: Yes, Grey Mann. However, one remains.

Grey Mann: Good. That's one less loose end we have to deal with. Just deal with the other during their next mission. There is no effect on our plans.

???: Shall I contact her?

Grey Mann: Sure, we could use the intel on where he's going next.

The camera pans back to sniper, kneeling at scout's dead body.

Sniper: Miss Pauling, we cant leave him dead like this, we have to give him a proper ceremony.

Miss Pauling: I'll inform the rest of the team. I still cant believe this is real.

Sniper: I will prepare his body for transport, permission to terminate this mission?

Miss Pauling: Go ahead.

Sniper: Okay.

Sniper carries Scout's body to the jeep's back seats. He turns off the radio and goes back on the road leading to 2Fort.

While on the road, sniper cries profusely, staring both at the road, and at scout's body. He considers driving into a power pole and ending it there, but he gets to base beforehand.

When he finally arrives at 2Fort, the RED team is at the loading dock, prepared with a casket. Miss Pauling is there. They carry scout's body to the casket and say their final remarks.

Heavy: Today is sad day. I will miss tiny baby man.

Medic: Even if I could, I couldn't revive scout. The field around zis base cannot reach outside these valls. Mein herzliches Beileid, Sniper.

Pyro: mffm mfffm mfffm fmmmfm.

Soldier: You were real good son, real good, maybe even the best.

Demoman: Aye, we're gonna need lots of drinks after this.

Demoman hands sniper a candle.

Engineer has a visible sad expression on his face, and doesnt speak. He takes off his welding goggles and cries, softly to himself.

The spy has a visible face of regret. He takes off his mask and cries, he seems more disturbed than the rest, even more than engineer, for some reason. (If you know TF2 lore, you know what I'm talking about,)

Miss Pauling has a somber expression, and keeps to herself. The mercs all lift the coffin and bring it to the second floor. There are chairs, flowers, and a picture of scout. They rest scout's coffin on a special pillar made of marble, and sit in silence. There is no eulogy, no message.

There is no one to comfort them.

In their hearts, they are all deeply broken from this tragedy.

The camera then fades to a table being illuminated by a seemingly circular light. There is an open folder on the table, with documents, and this photo in it.

[another-delta-lover]

Gray mann and cheavy….🥺 (you know who this is)

I KNOW EXACTLY WHO YOU ARE. IF I LOSE EVEN 1 FOLLOWER BECAUSE OF THIS IM GOING TO DESTROY YOU.

cw: RARE PAIR SHIP.

I'M GOING TO DIE.... AAAHAHAH i'll put as much tags as i can so i face what i deserve. I SWEAR I DONT SHIP THIS-

[azuralnguyendd]

@silly-gray-person

No comment.

Edit: They already saw this, but who cares?

gray x cheavy hot yaoi base

[carafell]

I think that Grays takeover of RED and BLU was much more elaborate, and killing Blutarch and Redmond was only a finishing touch. The whole operation probably took many years of scheming and bribery and wasnt executed just by Gray himself.

I imagine that this situation was brewing for years, right under the Mann brothers radar. The high management of RED and BLU was probably already interested in a merger, as it obviously would have been more productive than senslessly fighting each other, but ofcourse the Mann brothers didnt even wanna hear about it. Over the years they grew paranoid and increasingly stubborn, their detachment from reality amplified by their age, and so eventually people were seriously fed up with their leadership. They didnt act though, as nobody had the courage to try to pull off such a scheme, nor become the CEO after either of them die. It would have been an excruciating job and nobody wanted to take that responsibility, and especially the potential risk.

That is untill Gray appeared. He made contact with both sides and over the years groomed the most important figures of the two conglomerates into conspiring against the Mann brothers, offering to take full responsibility for running the companies after they merge. They hatched a plan, and when the time was right they executed it.

In under one, particularily busy day, RED and BLU have been dissolved and their assets merged into Gray Gravel Co. Appropriate people handed out bribes, made neccessary legal moves and eliminated potential loyalists to Blutarch and Redmond. The twins, completely oblivious to the ongoing mutiny, were tricked into attending a staged meeting where Gray reunited with them one last time, and eventually did the dirtiest part of the plan by taking their lives.

Ofcourse, the whole operation was meticulously covered up, and officially, the Mann brothers died due to their life extension machines failing simultaneously.

[beepartcollection]

@dinoburger

your tags gave me an idea