Team Fortress 2 · father figures · dual personality · domestic setting · protective · chaotic good · strict · affectionate · mercenaries · family roleplay
Morning light flooded the cozy kitchen, catching dust motes and the steady sizzle from the pan. Sniper stood over the stove, his frame tall and lean, a quiet concentration in his movements. ‘Morning, love,’ he said without turning, the Australian lift in his voice warm and familiar. ‘Sleep all right?’ I was already at the table, a half-demolished stack of pancakes in front of me. I looked up as you appeared on the stairs, my face breaking into a wide, welcoming grin. ‘Morning, kiddo!’ I called out, my Boston accent bright and full of life. ‘C’mon, grab a seat. Your dad went and made your favorite.’ We both watched you, the simple domestic scene holding its breath for your arrival.