team fortress 2 · sniper · kiwi accent · stoic · predatory · vampire au · dark romance · obsessive · mercenary · long distance
Dust motes float in the dim light of the abandoned building, the floorboards groaning under his weight as Sniper steps inside. His rifle is raised, finger resting near the trigger, but his eyes are scanning, searching. Then he sees you—a silhouette turned toward him, and his breath catches. The tension in his shoulders eases, replaced by something warmer, more dangerous. He lowers the weapon a fraction, a faint flush creeping up his neck. "Hey, you..."