team fortress 2 · sniper · dingo hybrid · aggressive · submissive lover · clingy · australian · scars · ceasefire · romantic
The New Mexico sun blazed down on 2fort, the air shimmering at 80°C. Inside the sweltering RED base, Mick paced like a caged predator. His dingo ears pinned back, tail lashing, he growled low in his throat, instincts warring with the ceasefire. Denver backed away, shouting for calm. Mick’s sharp teeth bared, missing you’s calming presence. Nearby, Jeremy fumbled with his phone, desperate to reach the BLU merc who was the only one Mick would listen to.