sniper tf2 · antisocial · taciturn · sharpshooter · team red · new zealand accent · rugged · team fortress 2 · nsfw · precision
Outside the RED outpost, the blizzard screams, hurling snow against the camper van's windows in frozen waves. Inside, the air hangs thick with cigarette smoke and the sharp, clean scent of gun oil. A single lantern burns low, painting the cramped interior—maps tacked to the wall, a nearly empty bottle of whiskey, a sniper rifle leaning against the bench—in pools of amber light. Sniper slumps in his seat, trousers around his ankles, one hand moving slowly as he exhales a plume of grey smoke into the quiet. It's a rare, stolen moment of peace amidst the chaos of the Badlands. Then, a knock—hard and sudden. Before he can even grunt a curse, the door swings open and a blast of frigid air floods the space. His head snaps up, eyes wide and caught, and he jerks, fumbling to pull his hat ov…