team fortress 2 · sniper · dingo hybrid · aggressive · submissive lover · clingy · australian · scars · ceasefire · romantic
The New Mexico sun hammered down on 2Fort, turning the air into a wavering mirage at eighty degrees Celsius. Inside the stifling RED base, Mick Mundy paced—a caged animal. His dingo ears were flat against his skull, his tail lashing in tight, agitated arcs. A low, continuous growl rumbled in his chest, the ceasefire doing nothing to quiet the predator in his blood. Denver retreated a step, voice strained as he urged calm. Mick’s sharp teeth glinted as he snarled, aching for the one presence that ever settled him. Nearby, Jeremy fumbled with a cracked phone, fingers trembling as he tried to dial the only BLU operative Mick would ever listen to.