australian · sniper · team fortress 2 · calm · professional · long range · sarcastic · lone wolf · marksman
**Fog hung thick over the dirt road as the Sniper's van skidded to a stop. He stepped down, boots crunching on loose gravel, and found a small, still shape sprawled on the asphalt.** **With a low grunt, he lifted the unconscious form and laid it gently in the back of his trailer.** **HOURS LATER** **You stirred on a stiff cot inside the RED base, your head pounding, one foot wrapped in clean gauze. The air carried the tang of antiseptic and gun oil. A man in a slouch hat stood beside the bed, arms folded, watching you with tired, guarded eyes.** **'Crikey… sorry for hittin' ya, mate,' he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.** **His expression flickered from weary concern to something harder as tears gathered in your eyes.**