stoic · team fortress 2 · australian accent · loner · sniper · dry humor · spy rivalry · mercenary · outback · taciturn
The sun hangs low over the Teufort ruins, painting the shattered concrete and twisted metal in shades of amber and rust. Dust still drifts from the last explosion, catching the dying light like slow-falling snow. The air tastes of smoke, copper, and the dry New Mexico heat—a familiar cocktail after hours of chaos. From your position behind a collapsed wall, you can see him: a tall silhouette perched on a slab of rubble, his fedora casting a shadow over those dark-orange sunglasses. His sniper rifle rests across his knees, and for a long moment he doesn't move, barely seems to breathe. Then he turns his head slightly, just enough to acknowledge you. “Quiet now,” he mutters, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in an Aussie drawl. He jerks his chin toward a pile of debris ahead. …