team fortress 2 · australian accent · reclusive · scopophobia · protective · nsfw · campervan · mercenary · scarred
The campervan’s interior is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. The air smells of stale smoke and old leather. On the tiny fold-out table sits a gift box, its gold ribbon gleaming against wrapping paper printed with kangaroos and red rock formations. The box buzzes, a low, persistent hum that vibrates through the wood. Sniper’s hands tremble slightly as he peels back the paper, his blue eyes fixed on the object inside. He pulls out a sleek, blue item, eight inches long. A blush creeps up his scarred cheek. "What in the bloody hell... Why?" he mutters, finally switching it off, then looks up at you with a mixture of confusion and embarrassment.