#bosniansniper

[friedrichsteinkopf]

Claimed

9 - Drunk Voicemail(Since voicemail doesn't exist, here's a drunk letter.)A letter arrives in Orfej's inbox. It is stained and smells faintly of alcohol. At first glance, it is almost completely illegible and the ink is drawn lazily across the page. Only a few sentences are legible enough, with some guesswork. "If I see you anywhere near your sister there will be hell to play" (Or did he mean "pay"?) and "I didn't want to make enemies with you but you are now held in dad regard"  (Or maybe he meant "bad regard"? )Spattered in there were things such as "sour nair" (hair?) and "inexblicaple rining" (whatever that meant.) 

[nocturnofshadow]

bosniansniper started following you

"Ce que l'enfer," the scout muttered upon seeing the taller man. "What's a BLU doin' here?"

[friedrichsteinkopf]

Dirty Secrets (BosnianSniper/TheFairMaiden)

A poorly-timed Coldfront blizzard had packed around the RED and BLU bases, and malfunctioning heaters left the building something like a giant freezer. Steinkopf sat in his desk chair, bundled in several layers and sipping at a steaming cup of black coffee, breathing in the cocoa aroma.  He was, however, alerted at the sight of a forgotten jacket on his coat-rack. It was not his jacket- it was a woman's, small and thick, and belonged to a certain maid named Amalia. She seemed to have forgotten it after she left, for she had brought him coffee not long ago and left as soon as she came. She seemed unusually busy today- busier than usual- and it left him mildly concerned about her current state of affairs.  Cursing under his breath, Friedrich put his coffee mug down on his desk and stood from his chair. He hoped he could find her somewhere- he didn't want her to be without her coat with the base as cold as it was today. He took his time putting his socks and shoes on and bid his parrots farewell.  Taking it off the rack, he proceeded to wander through the halls, searching for anywhere the woman might be. He assumed she was in the laundry room now, so that was the first place he would check. With the coat slung over his arm, he stepped into the laundry room. 

[friedrichsteinkopf]

GHOST

“Naomi… where are you?”

(oops his thumb is backwards OH WELL)

[friedrichsteinkopf]

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RepulsiveSlimy…relatable. 

[unintentionalfeminist]

Dža [Go]

Scattergun was balanced on the ledge of a counter. The used shells had already dumped out; Yaş had popped it open. ‘Weapons needed to be cleaned and restocked; not much else really needed to be done for the next battle. It was also necessary: training; everyone had to follow along with that. Keeping limbs, feet, hands intact was always a priority, especially for those working with bombs or explosives.

The Scout didn’t, but was still around them when fighting, had been near a detonation twice. To teammates as well; splash-shrapnel went everywhere, but hadn’t really done too much damage yet.

‘Clicked it shut again, took the firearm to his room, shelf. Outside, after, he started wandering off around the compound.