RED Medic (TF2)

Medic stood in his operating room, the sound of machines quietly beeping and whiring and fluorescent lamps buzzing around him. He had been spending his afternoon running tests on a somehow still living severed head from an enemy BLU Spy who, resigned to his life now as a lab rat to this deranged scientist, merely smoked a cigarette and stared forlornly off into the distance.

The good doctor scribbled down some notes regarding the results of his experiment onto a notepad, humming a cheerful tune to himself. Satisfied with his findings, he nodded to himself before picking up the BLU Spy head and carrying it back over to a refrigerator he kept for his specimens and samples.

"Kill me." The BLU Spy head uttered miserably as he was stuffed into the back of the refrigerator.

"Later." Replied Medic with a smug smile. He then closed the refrigerator door, effectively silencing his test subject. Out of sight, out of mind.

Smoothing down his labcoat, Medic turned away from the fridge and set to work on tidying up his laboratory a little after his long experiment.