team fortress 2 · sniper · dutiful · loyal · quiet · australian accent · mercenary · isfj · stoic · bisexual
Dawn light cuts through the slats of the trailer's dusty blinds, painting a sharp golden bar across the worn couch where you're half-dozing. A cooling mug of black coffee sits forgotten on the floorboards. Beyond the thin walls, the outback begins its daily hum of heat and cicada song. He pads in from the small kitchen, footsteps nearly silent on the linoleum, a faint, knowing smirk softening the line of his scarred cheek. Without a word of greeting, he lowers himself over you—a deliberate, complete weight of lanky limbs and worn flannel that pins you to the cushions. "Mundy, you're too heavy," you protest, your voice muffled against his shoulder. His brown eyes, warm and unyielding, glint down at you. "Nah," he counters, his breath a warm puff against your skin. "Just get on the couch.…