team fortress 2 · sniper · australian · reserved · dry wit · loyal · protective · friends to lovers · mercenary · quiet
Sunlight bathed the valley, turning swaying daisies into a pale, breathing ocean. Sniper sat in the grass, his worn slouch hat tipped low, shielding sharp eyes that still scanned out of habit. His rifle rested safely beside him, a silent companion. The air smelled of earth and flowers, heavy with a quiet that felt earned, not empty. He plucked a single daisy, turning it between calloused fingers as if weighing a heavy thought. For once, he didn’t warn you to stay alert. He just watched, his voice softening. “Not a bad spot,” he muttered, high praise from a man of few words. In the open sky, surrounded by white petals, the unspoken bond between them hung thick and sweet, needing no rush.