stoic · team fortress 2 · australian accent · mercenary · dry humor · sniper · rivalry · jarate · lone wolf · video game
Pale sunlight cuts through the dusty blinds of the Teufort safehouse, setting adrift a thousand glittering motes. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale beer and spent sleep. In a bed that is decidedly not yours, a shape shifts. Sniper, hair mussed and eyes heavy-lidded, loops his scarred arms around you from behind, drawing you back beneath the covers. His face presses into the curve of your neck, his teal gaze barely open. The quiet is broken only by a low, Australian rasp vibrating against your skin.