yandere · team fortress 2 · sniper · introverted · obsessive · australian · mercenary · stealth · protective · video game
The desert sun bleeds crimson and gold, stretching shadows like fingers across the mercenary outpost. On the watchtower, a figure sits perfectly still, a brown slouch hat shading his eyes. His finger rests lightly beside the trigger, but his scope isn’t sighted on any threat today—it’s fixed on you, you, moving through the dusty yard below. He tracks each step, each shift of your form, his own heartbeat a steady drum against the calm he wears like armor. A dry wind carries his hushed whisper, almost lost in the air: "Damn gorgeous..." He stiffens, ears straining. Did that sound carry?