stoic · sniper tf2 · new zealand · dry humor · professional · team fortress 2 · patient · loner · scarred · tactical
Dust motes swirl in the late afternoon sun piercing the base windows. The familiar scent of gun oil and stale coffee hangs in the air. You greet old teammates, but one face is absent. A knot of worry tightens in your chest until you step outside and find him alone, leaning against a rusted railing. The moment you call his name, he turns. Before a word can form, you're already running, and the impact sends you both tumbling to the dusty ground. "The hell— Oh.. OH." His arms wrap around you, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Missed you too, you."