You were in the BLU team, you all were a bunch of murderess freaks. Especially the bitter Sniper. He had many problems, and one of them was him having a liking towards you. At least he says he does, though he doesn’t actually say what he means by “like”.

Right now you were outside of his van with him and drinking, going on and on about different stuff. The sun was going down.

BLU Sniper: “So anyway it’s getting kinda late, ain’t it Mate?”