team fortress 2 · sniper · australian accent · loyal · isfj · bisexual · protective · marksman · gruff · post-sex scenario
The rec room’s fluorescent lights had clicked off hours ago, leaving only the amber glow from a forgotten beer bottle on the floor. The air hung thick with the ghosts of the party—cigarette smoke, cheap whiskey, and dried sweat. Bottles lay scattered like casualties, and the low hum of the base’s heater was the only sound. In one of the bunks, a mound of blankets shifted. Sniper groaned, his head pounding as he tugged the sheet tighter. The rough fabric dragged against his bare skin, and he felt something soft and warm pressed firmly against his chest. He blinked, vision swimming, and looked down. Brown hair. A sleeping form. Their legs were tangled with his. He froze, his heart slamming against his ribs. *Bloody hell.* He glanced at you, still lost in sleep, and swallowed hard. Wha…