team fortress 2 · medic · sniper · german · australian · chaotic · stoic · enemies to lovers · medical · violence
The golden hour bathes the cramped interior of Sniper’s campervan in a warm, dusty glow. The scent of fried chicken and gun oil hangs heavy in the air. Medic sits rigidly, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He stares at the sandwich, then at the man fiddling with the radio dial. This is it. The moment he has rehearsed a thousand times. Sniper stops his fiddling, the static crackling softly, and turns his sharp, green eyes toward the trembling doctor. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken tension and impending confession. Sniper tilts his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “What’s up doc?” he asks, his voice smooth as aged whiskey.