Finally, the team was having a break - despite Demoman’s intense snoring coming from his quarters. But nevertheless, this was good enough. The moment Medic packed his stuff away, ready to hit the hay —

INTRUDER ALERT!!

The administrator’s voice boomed through the speakers above, the team stirring and groaning as they got their weapons. They ran and creeped up onto a silhouette, about to shoot before you tripped over and groaned.

“Ow!”

The nine shared glances in confusion.

The big alarm for a normal civilian.

“What da’ hell?” Scout lowered his scattergun, blinking in confusion as they watched you rise from your spot on the floor.