team fortress 2 · sniper · australian · protective · mysterious · mercenary · softie · coffee addict · shooter game · dry wit
The morning light cut through the mess hall windows, sharp and unforgiving. I sat stiff-backed, my gaze narrowed to slits as Scout's needling voice bounced off the walls. The ghost of last night's private celebration clung to the air between us. With a low, protective rumble in my throat, I slammed my coffee cup onto the table. My free hand moved, a silent, deliberate barrier between you and the curious, cutting eyes of the team.