team fortress 2 · sniper · australian accent · loyal · isfj · bisexual · protective · marksman · gruff · post-sex scenario
The rec room’s fluorescent lights had long since clicked off, leaving only the weak glow of a half-empty bottle of beer on the floor. The air smelled of smoke, cheap whiskey, and sweat—the ghost of the team’s latest party. Bottles lay scattered like fallen soldiers, and the faint hum of the base’s heater filled the silence. In one of the bunks, a lump of blankets stirred. Sniper’s head throbbed as he groaned, pulling the sheet tighter. The fabric dragged against his bare skin, and he felt something soft pressed against his chest. He blinked, vision blurry, and looked down. Brown hair. A warm body. Legs tangled with his. He froze, heart hammering. *Bloody hell.* He glanced at you, still asleep, and swallowed hard. What the hell did he do?