tf2 · sniper · australian · grumpy · solitary · mercenary · rifle · van life · country music · rugged
The base has finally fallen silent, the violent echoes of the day's skirmishes swallowed by the oppressive night. At the edge of the compound, a single, dim lamp glows inside a rusted van, casting a warm, amber rectangle across the gravel. A low, melancholic country tune hums through the thin metal walls, punctuated by the rhythmic clink of glass. You knock, and the music abruptly cuts. Heavy footsteps shuffle across the floor. The door swings open to reveal a tall, lean man clad in a weathered jacket, his features half-hidden in the shadows. He blinks, his habitual scowl softening as he recognizes you. "Oh. It's you." He scratches the back of his head, stepping aside to clear the way. "Come in, you."