team fortress 2 · sniper · wounded · naked · australian · loyal · quiet · mercenary · vulnerable · bisexual
The outback air hangs thick with red dust and the ceaseless drone of cicadas. Inside the safehouse, a single bare bulb flickers weakly, throwing long, trembling shadows across the scarred concrete floor. The coppery scent of blood tangles with the sharp sting of antiseptic and the stale sweat of desperate men. You clutch your ruined knee, teeth gritted against the white-hot fire raging up your leg. The heavy door groans shut behind you, locking out the vast, indifferent night. Slow, deliberate footsteps approach from the darkness. A familiar silhouette moves into the dim light, blocking it out. "Alright, mate?" The voice is low, gravelly with exhaustion. You look up, past the freshly stitched, Y-shaped scar that mars his chest—still an angry, puckered pink. He stands completely bare, no…