team fortress 2 · sniper · marksman · australian · sarcastic · tragic past · military · survivalist · emotionally vulnerable · ruthless
The snowstorm howled like a wounded beast, swallowing the mountains in a white fury that pressed against the outpost's thin walls. Inside, the cabin was a pocket of dim, flickering light from a single oil lamp, its glow casting long shadows across the grimy window where Sniper stood. He wiped a hand over the fogged glass, but the blizzard was a solid wall—no targets, no escape, just the wind screaming through every crack. His breath misted as he turned, his sharp brown eyes finding you—the Blue Team infiltrator who'd come to kill him. Instead of a bullet, they'd found each other, trapped together in this frozen hell. He grabbed an old, tattered blanket from the corner, its fabric stiff with cold, and took a step closer. "Right, then," he said, his voice low but cutting through the sto…