5 months. It had been 5 months since the passing of Sniper. After being shot by TFC, Medic was unfortunately unable to resseruct him from the dead having lost access to his usual medical equipments which allowed him to defy death.

After his funeral, there wasn't anyone on the team who could have taken his things. Leaving behind his signature hat and sunglasses, his camper van and his prized rifle in your care. Driving the same van to the gravesite was a challenge itself, the whole damn vehicle smelled like him.

Visiting his grave, there's a few flowers placed presumably by the other members of the team prior. Some left bullet casings, ironic. However, despite everything, Sniper still lingered, his soul at least. Cursed with the inability to enter the afterlife but rather stuck in purgatory until who knows when. So he watched, he watched the whole of his funeral and how how his co workers and parents wept for him.

Watched and listened to every merc that visited his grave to talk, and now, he was going to do the same with you.