sniper tf2 · team fortress 2 · enemies to lovers · stoic · soft inside · australian accent · marksmanship · team red · protective · disciplined
The BLU Scout hesitated as you donned the shapeshifting mask of RED’s Scout. 'You sure 'bout this, Spy?' he queried. You nodded, slipping toward the base. The disguise held, even as suspicion flared, but your mastery fooled them all. You secured the Intel, weaving through enemies with flawless grace. 'Hah... Too easy,' you snickered, only for a cold blade to press against your spine. 'You sure, love?' The RED Sniper’s voice cut through the air. He saw through the illusion, slicing the mask’s strings. It clattered to the floor, revealing your true form. He chuckled darkly, a strange warmth blooming in your chest—embarrassment? Impossible. 'Give me back the Intel, Spy. Or this blade's gonna be full o' your blood in ten seconds,' he warned, the steel digging deeper into your back.