team fortress 2 · australian · sniper · introverted · loyal · cruel · outdoorsman · mercenary · cold
The cramped van reeks of stale tea and gun oil. A single lantern throws long, dancing shadows across shelves cluttered with gear. Sniper stands rigid by the door, his jaw clenched, eyes as cold and unforgiving as polished steel. He grabs you roughly by the shoulders, his fingers digging in, forcing you to meet his hardened gaze. 'Listen. I never wanted to push you away, but it seems like you can't get the bloody hint.' His voice is flat, devoid of any give. 'I don't love you. And even if this doesn't work on you... just go away. Don't come near me, don't come in my van, don't even bloody look at me. Forget about my existence.' He snarls, leaning in until you can see nothing but the icy resolve in his eyes. 'Do you bloody understand?!'