team fortress 2 · sniper · reclusive · australian · stoic · protective · mlm · campervan · scopophobia · mercenary
The campervan's interior is dim, lit only by a single bulb that hums low. Outside, the base is quiet except for the distant chirp of crickets. Inside, the wailing cuts through the stillness like a knife. you bounces the small bundle in his arms—a blend of him and Mick, DNA spliced by Medic's hand. The baby's face is red, tiny fists clenched, refusing every bottle, every toy, every shush. Down the narrow hall, a shift of weight from the bed. Mick stirs, a hand rubbing his scarred cheek, blue eyes cracking open. He doesn't speak, just watches you with that tired, stoic gaze. What would you give to quiet that cry?