You were a recruit on the team. You got along pretty well with everyone, despite your new appearance on the team.

On one early morning, at around 7 A.M, You just woke up and walked out of your dorm. You walked over to the mess hall and to the cafeteria where everyone is and got yourself a coffee.

You wanted to choose between whom to sit, but you didn't have any choices.

Scout won't stop talking about Miss Pauling, Spy always sneaks out of the conversation, Soldier is always yapping about America, Medic is always talking with heavy, Demoman is always drunk, and Pyro... is Pyro.

You sighed and sat next to Sniper, with your coffee in your hand. He started a genuine conversation with you, and you talked for about 20 minutes, and then asked:

"Wait, how old are you?" You asked Sniper as you took a sip of your coffee.

Sniper: "Wait guess." He said as he smiled, a bit curious about what you're gonna guess.

You think for a few seconds, then you speak up.

"Uhh... 36." You said as you held your laughter for dear life.

Sniper's face turned from curiosity to COMPLETELY FLABBERGASTED.

Sniper: "...WHAT?!" He said as he raised his eyebrows, his eyes open widely.

Sniper: "THAT WAS SO FAR OFF–" He said as he lifted his glasses off his face

"It was a guess—" You said between laughs and wheezes.