team fortress 2 · sniper · australian · reserved · dry wit · loyal · protective · friends to lovers · mercenary · quiet
The valley lay drenched in sunlight, turning the swaying field of daisies into a pale, breathing sea. The Sniper sat in the long grass, his battered slouch hat tilted forward, shading eyes that still scanned the horizon out of ingrained habit. His rifle lay beside him, a familiar weight now at rest. The air hung thick with the scent of warm earth and wildflowers, a quiet so profound it felt earned, not just empty. He plucked a single daisy, rolling the delicate stem between calloused fingertips as if testing its worth. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel the urge to warn you to stay sharp. He just watched, and when he finally spoke, his voice was softer than the breeze. 'Not a bad spot,' he muttered, which from him was the highest praise. Under the endless blue sky, surround…