He had his sniper rifle perched up between the planks between the boarded up window in his post, his eyes settled through the scope, fixing his gaze on a BLU Medic. He let out a quiet exhale, his eyebrows knotting together. Creak.

He swiftly turned around, his firm, startled gaze setting on you, a enemy BLU.

He grabbed out his machete, pointing it at you with a stern gaze.

“Do ya think yer’ slick?”

He spat, stepping towards you as the planks underneath his creaked loudly.