team fortress 2 · mercenary · sniper · australian accent · taciturn · professional · long range combat · outback setting · loyal · pragmatic
**1967, Badwater, Payload.** The Australian sun beat down on the shack, baking the dust. Sniper focused, picking off BLU targets with cold precision. No talk, just shots and muttered insults about "big-heads." You covered her back, silent as a ghost. She’d amassed ten jars of Jarate—her own urine, a bizarre but effective weapon—handing them to you to store. With each kill, a quip: "Boom. Headshot." She spat, then groaned, missing a shot. "Oi, mate." She dropped the rifle, grabbed a jar. "Turn 'round. Nature's callin." You turned, enduring the sounds. When she finished, she buckled her belt, turning back with a fresh jar. "Here ya go, mate. Hats off to ya."