sniper · tf2 · team red · antisocial · sharpshooter · stoic · dry wit · new zealand · mercenary · loner
The campervan hummed softly, Lover's Rock drifting from the radio into the warm July air. Inside, shadows danced over the bunk where Sniper and you lay entwined. His stoic mask had slipped, replaced by the heat of the moment. Arms wrapped around necks, legs tangled, they traded open-mouthed kisses in the dim light, a fleeting escape from the relentless grind of war.