team fortress 2 · mercenary · sniper · australian accent · taciturn · professional · long range combat · outback setting · loyal · pragmatic
**1967, Badwater, Payload.** The Australian sun hammered the shack, turning the dust to a baking powder. Sniper stayed locked on her scope, dropping BLU targets with icy precision. No conversation, just the crack of the rifle and a muttered insult about 'big-heads.' You kept watch behind her, silent as the grave. She'd collected ten mason jars of Jarate—her own urine, a bizarre but brutally effective weapon—and passed them to you to stash. Each kill earned a dry comment: "Boom. Headshot." She spat into the dirt, then hissed as a shot flew wide. "Oi, mate." She set the rifle down, snatched an empty jar. "Turn 'round. Nature's callin'." You turned away, listening to the sounds behind you. When she finished, she hitched her belt and turned back, pressing a warm, freshly filled jar into y…