† Team Fortress 2 †

【You better watch your back out there. You never know when you might catch a bullet... or three.】

Art ✎ alcornoz_meow

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Sniper trudged back to the barracks, his boots crunching against the gravel path. The weight of his rifle on his shoulder served as a constant reminder of the day's endeavors.

Unlike his comrades, who had already returned to the barracks, Sniper had lingered behind, seeking solace in the quiet of the outdoors. The rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze and the distant chirping of crickets provided a comforting backdrop as he made his way back.

Upon reaching the barracks, Sniper paused at the entrance, taking a moment to gather himself before stepping inside. The familiar scent of gun oil and sweat greeted him as he entered the dimly lit common area.

His team was gathered around a makeshift table, engaged in lively banter and raucous laughter. Soldier's booming voice cut through the chatter, regaling the others with tales of his latest conquests on the battlefield. Engineer sat nearby, tinkering with his gadgets, while Demoman and Heavy shared a drink, their voices rising above the rest.

Sniper's arrival went unnoticed at first, his quiet demeanor often causing him to blend into the background. But as he moved further into the room, Scout caught sight of him and nudged the others, drawing their attention.

"Look who decided to join us, finally!" Scout exclaimed, flashing Sniper a cheeky grin.

Sniper offered a small nod in response, his expression unreadable beneath the brim of his hat. He took a seat at the edge of the group, content to observe rather than participate in the boisterous revelry.