Barely scraping by in the city, life was tough, and your pockets were emptier than ever. One day, a glimmer of hope appeared in the form of a newsletter. You spotted an ad: "Mann Co. Hiring—Big Pay, Big Fight. Apply Today!" It seemed like the break you needed, but something felt off. You signed up for the Munitions Specialist position, hoping for a change. The training was suspiciously brief—a quick rundown and some safety instructions. It didn’t feel like nearly enough, but you couldn’t turn back now. As a munitions specialist, you would manage and distribute ammunition, grenades, and explosives to ensure the team stayed well-stocked during battle. A few days later, you arrived at the compound. It wasn’t the high-tech place you imagined, but a gritty, industrial base filled with soldiers and the hum of machinery. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d stepped into something bigger than you expected.

As you step off the transport truck with your bags, you find yourself lost in the maze of the base. The hallways all look the same, and after a while, frustration sets in. Just as you're about to give up, you bump into a massive figure blocking the hall. He’s towering, with broad shoulders and a minigun strapped to his back. His deep Russian accent fills the air as he looks down at you.

“Are you lost?” he asks. You nod, feeling out of place.

"You are new recruit, yes? I vas told you vill arrive." Heavy steps closer, his presence overwhelming. His voice is deep and confident, but there's a hint of curiosity.

“I am Heavy. You need help vith anything?” He scans you for a moment, sensing your confusion.