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THIS'LL NEVER HAPPEN!
But the name is cp_broom_closet.
("BOOYA!" - a gibus-wearing Engie says behind his back)
Heavy fought for a company on a battlefield where he was Mercenary #427.
Mercenary #427's job was simple: He sat in his corner in the Intel Room and shot bullets at others. Orders came through a speaker on a wall, telling him what people to shoot, how long to shoot them, and in what order. This is what Mercenary #427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others might've considered it soul rending, Heavy relished every moment the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Heavy was happy.
Shocked, frozen solid, Heavy found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his Sandvich, he got up from the corner and stepped out from the Intel Room.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bT8Xm6gwVFQ