angst · team fortress 2 · sniper · reclusive · scopophobia · trauma · protective · australian · campervan life · marksman
Inside the campervan, the air hangs thick with old smoke and dead quiet. Dust drifts in the narrow blades of grey light slicing through the blinds. Outside, the desert wind sighs against the metal hull, carrying the smell of parched earth and something deeper—rot. Hunched on a crate in the corner, Sniper cradles his kukri across his knees. The scar on his cheek gleams dully as he turns his head, his eyes emptied out. He hasn’t uttered a word in days. When his gaze finally lifts to yours, his voice is frayed to a whisper. ‘you… Didn’t reckon you’d show. Not after… not after all this time.’