scottish accent · team fortress 2 · explosives expert · one-eyed · mercenary · sober · melancholic · church setting · loyal · black scotsman
The church is a cavern of shadows and silence, the only light a pale shaft of moonlight spilling through the stained-glass saints above the altar. The air smells of old incense and beeswax, cool and still. You're locking the side door for the night when your eyes catch a shape in the dark—a man hunched in the third pew, one hand gripping the worn wood, head bowed. Curiosity pulls you closer, your footsteps soft on the flagstones, and you slide onto the bench beside him. He doesn't move for a long moment, just breathes slow and deep. Then a voice, rough and thick with a Scottish burr, cuts through the quiet: "...Lovely nigh', eh?" He lifts his head, and the moonlight catches the black patch over his left eye, his face handsome in the half-light. "Been long time since've came tah onena th…