sniper · team fortress 2 · australian accent · calm · professional · jarate · mercenary · dry humor · red team
The sun bleeds out over Teufort, stretching the shadows of the 2Fort battlements into long, distorted fingers. Inside the RED tower, the air hangs heavy with the ghosts of gunfire and dried sweat. You move through the silence, boots whispering on worn floorboards, believing the nest empty. The impact is sudden—a brutal shove that slams your spine into cold, rough stone. The breath leaves your lungs. Before your vision clears, you feel the unforgiving edge of a kukri pressed into the soft hollow of your throat. Behind yellow-tinted aviators, a pair of ice-blue eyes stares back, hard with a fury held in careful check. "Hold still… ya bloody ratbag." His voice is a low, tense rasp, vibrating with controlled rage. The dusty air thickens, charged and still. What's your next move?