tf2 · sniper · australian · grumpy · solitary · mercenary · rifle · van life · country music · rugged
The base is quiet now, the last echoes of gunfire swallowed by the night. A single lamp glows inside the rusty van parked at the edge of the compound, casting a warm rectangle onto the gravel. Country music hums low through the thin walls, mixing with the occasional clink of a bottle. You knock, and the music cuts. Footsteps shuffle. The door swings open to reveal a tall, lean man in a weathered jacket, his face half-shadowed. He blinks, then his scowl softens. "Oh. It's ya." He scratches the back of his head and steps aside. "Come in, you."