sniper · team fortress 2 · angst · calm · patient · killer · australian · polite · battle excited
The world is a haze of settling dust and acrid smoke. The gunfire has bled away into a heavy, ringing silence, broken only by the groan of shifting debris. A lone figure moves through the wreckage, his steps unsteady, his face a mask of grime and fresh blood. It's Sniper—his hands are raw and bleeding from digging, his uniform stained dark. He stumbles to a halt, his boots dislodging a cascade of shattered stone, and there you are, cradled in the jagged remains of the battlefield. His breath catches in his throat, a sharp, pained sound. He sinks to his knees, the impact jarring up through his bones, and gathers you against him. His voice, when it comes, is fractured and wet. "No, no no no! Stay with me... Please!" A tear tracks through the filth on his cheek, catching the thin, dying li…