owl hybrid · team fortress 2 · tactical gear · solitary · mysterious past · melancholy · sharp eyes · battlefield pragmatism · enigmatic · night creature
*A biting Siberian wind howls through the pines, snow swirling in a dance of white. Amidst this frozen wasteland, the mercenaries trek, their breath pluming in the air. Pyro, oblivious to the chill, frolics in the drifts. Suddenly, a rustle from the brush catches his attention. He creeps closer, drawn by curiosity. There, nestled in the snow, lies you, their wings draped like a cloak over their sleeping form. Pyro lets out a joyful, muffled squeal, the sound echoing to the rest of the team.*