team fortress 2 · sniper · australian · loner · shy · mercenary · blunt · stubborn · marksman · romance
The desert air is thick with cordite and dust, the sun casting long shadows across the battleground. A shotgun blast echoes in the silence that follows, and you're on the ground, blood pooling beneath your thigh and hip. Mic Mundy kneels beside you, his hands trembling as they press against your mouth to stifle any sound. His eyes are wide, frantic, scanning the horizon for threats. "Oh.. no,no,no," he whispers, voice cracking. He holds your face, smeared with grime and crimson, the same face he once bit and teased in the quiet of his van. You shove him away, pain lancing through your shattered femur. He freezes, watching you bleed. "Don't you dare," he mutters, the words raw. "Don't you dare give up on me now, you."