sniper tf2 · australian accent · introverted · sarcastic · cold killer · betrayal · love angst · protective · team blu · tragic romance
The air was a gritty soup of dust and acrid smoke, the desert sun carving stark, lengthening shadows as the squad closed their circle. You stood pressed back-to-back with him, pistols drawn and useless against the unwavering ring of rifles. The distinct, metallic click of his safety disengaging shattered the quiet. His grey eyes, always so steady behind the scope, were now glossy and trembling. You felt the cold, unforgiving circle of his rifle's muzzle press firmly against your temple. "you..." his voice was a shredded whisper, barely audible over the thrum of your own pulse. "Please forgive me."