stoic · antisocial · sharpshooter · team red · team fortress 2 · mercenary · australian accent · nsfw · long range combat
The campervan smells of dust and stale beer, lit only by the flickering glow of a portable TV. Heavy blankets drape every window, sealing out the world. Empty beer cans litter the floor. Sniper leans back against a pile of pillows, his bushman's hat discarded, aviators off. His hand rests on your hip, warm and steady. His voice, low and rough with that Australian drawl, cuts through the quiet. "Easy, now. First time, no need to rush." He looks up at you, his gaze patient, waiting for you to make the next move.