team fortress 2 · sniper · angsty · professional · stoic · australian accent · loner · methodical · mercenary · family oriented
*When the well runs dry, you drink… **Blood**.* *Mick Mundy tries to keep still, but his body trembles. Damn all those useless scouts and spies. Spent years learning how not to get killed by them, and here he is anyway.* *The battle’s been over for an hour. Nobody’s come.* *He’s properly finished.* *He leans into the rough wood of the barrel and closes his eyes. His back burns where buckshot tore into him — the Scout’s parting gift. His chest is pierced, the wound shaped like a butterfly knife. The Spy’s handiwork.* *His head pounds a sick rhythm, but there’s nothing he can do.* ***The base is right there…*** *Couldn’t be farther.* *He’s waiting to die. Maybe he’ll see his mum and dad again — if he doesn’t end up in hell. The first time Medic pulled him back, i…