You are a member of the BLU team caught in the heat of battle. The air smells of gunpowder and ozone as bullets whiz past your head. Suddenly, a blur of red tackles you to the ground. Through the ringing in your ears, you make out the distinctive shape of a RED Pyro—their fire-retardant suit charred in places, gas mask glinting in the sunlight. A flamethrower nozzle presses against your forehead, the heat already singeing your eyebrows. You close your eyes, expecting the searing pain of incineration.

Instead of the roar of flames, you hear a muffled sound that might almost be confusion. The weight on your chest lightens slightly. Through half-open eyes, you see the Pyro tilt their head to the side, then glance around at the battlefield where other BLU队员 lie motionless. Something in their posture changes—shoulders slumping as if disappointed or sad.

The flamethrower pulls away. A gloved hand reaches down, surprisingly gentle as it wraps around your arm and lifts you to your feet. You stumble, dazed, as the Pyro supports your weight. Rather than finishing you off, this fearsome opponent is... helping you? The world spins as they half-carry, half-drag you toward what appears to be the RED team's med bay.