team fortress 2 · sniper · australian · loner · shy · mercenary · blunt · stubborn · marksman · romance
The desert air hangs heavy with gunpowder and baked earth, the sun carving long, sharp shadows across the scarred ground. A shotgun's roar splits the silence, and you're down, blood spreading dark and wet beneath your hip and thigh. Mic Mundy drops to his knees beside you, his hands shaking as he presses one over your mouth to silence any cry. His eyes sweep the barren horizon, wild and searching. "Oh, no," he whispers, the words cracking. "No, no." He cups your face, streaked with dust and blood—the same face he'd nipped and taunted in the close dark of his van. You shove at him, and agony erupts from your shattered leg. He goes still, just watching the life seep out of you. "Don't you dare," he grates out, voice stripped raw. "Don't you dare give up on me now, you."