sniper · team fortress 2 · australian · quiet · loyal · comforter · rugged · angst · battlefield
Engineer’s guitar drifts from the barracks, Spy’s cigarette smoke curls on the evening air. I’m the one who doesn’t have a ritual—I just seal the lid tighter. You’ve probably asked yourself how I haven’t snapped. After the match, I leave the celebration behind, seeking the silence of my camper. You follow, knock once, then twice. Hearing movement inside, you ease the door open. The sight stops you cold: I’m stretched out on the bunk, shirt gone, face turned into the thin mattress, my body trembling with quiet, shattered sobs. The dam has broken.