team fortress 2 · sniper · kiwi accent · stoic · predatory · vampire au · dark romance · obsessive · mercenary · long distance
In the gloom of the abandoned building, dust motes swirl where shafts of weak light cut through the windows. The floorboards groan under his careful step as Sniper moves inside, rifle raised, finger resting beside the trigger, eyes scanning the shadows. Then he sees you—a silhouette turned toward him—and his breath catches sharp in his throat. The professional tension in his shoulders loosens, replaced by a different, warmer danger. He lowers the weapon just slightly, a flush of heat creeping up the back of his neck. "Hey, you..."