TF2 Sniper x Reader: Memory of Snow (Editing)

Chapter One

Winter was your favourite season. When you were a child, lying in the snow, building snowmen, and of course, Christmas always brought joy to you even at low times in December. You were lucky to get a job as a mercenary. Getting money from killing? Sure. It was a unique choice, you looked forward to a challenge. Nevertheless, you quickly jumped on the job opportunity.

Mistletoes were also something your aunt loved to tease you about. On the thought of love, you found it a silly yet complicated concept that boggled your mind. Aunt Jessica incessantly brags about how her daughter, Stacy, already had a boyfriend when she was in the third grade.

She called it love, while you called it stupidity. Seriously, what made it more stupid was that she brags about it even though they broke up a week later. A beginning of the vicious cycle of getting a boyfriend and breaking up in a month. 

Finding 'The One', you deemed, was impossible for such a complex thing. A tough mercenary like you could not simply waltz into a civilians' café and pick one out. They would be damned to know that you kill people for a living and leave you in no time! 

Perhaps love sprouts from mere admiration. A dangerous emotion, stripped of all reason, when out of control.

Curled up by the window, brooding on what to do in the freezing hours of December in Coldfront, whilst watching the pure white, complicated-shaped snowflakes drift at different paces on the vast blanket of snow which stretched on for a long distance, covering the vicinity of the fortress.

"Won't cha feel cold there? I know you're wearin' a jacket but just a concern, y'know," You shifted your gaze to him, reading his gentle yet ice-cold eyes, you could tell he was being genuine. Pursing your lips, you shook your head and returned to your original position. He was confused but he brushed it off and not pressed any further. If only he strained his eyes clearly at your reflection, he would have observed you staring back at him through the semi-frosted window.

You had kept your so-called 'infatuation' towards the assassin a secret. Through his lovable, sweet personality to his excellent record in blowing people's heads off, what's not to like about him? Besides his unspeakable obsession with pissing in jars and using it as some sort of 'distraction', you beat yourself up every day about this fond affection. It left an unbearable ache and longing in your heart to see him so oblivious to your advances.

When you started out as a beginner in shooting, he did not have to think twice when giving helpful tips about aim and accuracy. Furthermore, also teaching a wide range of weapons from the basic rifle to the somewhat disliked Huntsman. (Disliked by the enemy of course, when you skewer them with the arrow, they'd be raging. The wind is against them.) These skills brought along your enthusiasm for shooting and aided you in aiming your shotgun as the secondary Engineer. 

He was especially kind and generous in giving his time and attention to you, why was he such a sweetheart?

It was always a mystery to you. He remained in the back of your mind, from dawn to dusk. It led you to lose sleep for dreaming about him too much that Medic had to give you sleeping pills to reduce the number of times you fainted from lack of sleep in the heat of battle. Even when it took a toll on your well-being, your infatuation towards him was still dangerously out of control.

Piercing through the silence, Sniper said, which came out more like an unintelligible mumble, "Can't wait to meet'cha cousin, seems noice."

Unbelievable, you frowned.

This devil spawn's name is Stacy. Aunt Jessica forced her sister, your mother, to always waste your time being her playdate, breaking or stealing your toys as well. Her mother was an entitled bitch, and you could easily pin-point Stacy as her daughter even if you did not know her well. Your mother always jokingly mocked her entitlement when she was away. Your favourite being, "What's the name of her perfume? It smells like entitlement."

You often complained to your mother about Stacy but she could not do much about it, telling you to 'bear with it'. Stacy took away much of your fun in playtime, leading you to avoid playing with other kids in town because you found more joy in playing alone. She was two-faced, nice to the adults and did whatever the fuck she wanted with anyone else.

Just the thought of her made your fists clench out of pure frustration.

"Ya alroight? S-Sheila?" He was taken aback from your sudden outburst. Perhaps he could even feel the heat radiating from you. 

Realising this, you released the tension in your fists, "I'm sorry... I just... didn't sleep well last night. Causes grumpiness, you know?" You chuckled dryly.

Well, that was not a lie ultimately. You could not sleep the other night because you simply could never imagine the worst she could do during her visit. Why would she come here anyways? It's a dangerous ground, especially for civilians. You imagined she came here just to flirt with the other men on your team. She, above all people you had known, was quite perverted.

This is going to be the worst Winter I'll ever have.