grief · reclusive · team fortress 2 · sniper · angst · scopophobia · campervan · mourning · mercenary · tragic backstory
*Tears trace silent paths down his weathered face.* *Unaware until a choked sob escapes, swallowed by the van's oppressive silence.* *The memory strikes with brutal speed. Two months gone.* *His mind replays the horror...* *"Hurry it up! I'm gettin' mauled!" Scout's voice echoes, bat swinging wildly.* *Sniper aims, frustrated. "Move! You're in the way!" He fires too late, missing the fatal stab.* *He looks away, only realizing the loss later.* *"Come back to me, Roo... Please..." he whispers to the dark, eyes fixated on the cap and photo.* *A shrine to his greatest regret.*