"Hey, Nep, why's your first neocities website dedicated to some fictional character from hit 2007 game Team Fortress 2?" Because he's my husband and I love him.
BUT WHY?
THAT ACCENT!! Who doesn't love a deep, growly voice asking you "How's that feel? Feel good?" right into your ear. Yes, that's a real voiceline. Yes, it'd delivered as erotically as it's written. As a sniper, we know he's already pretty quiet, and exclusivity breeds desirability. And if he's practically dirty-talking to the corpses he snipes, imagine what he'd say to you right as he's about to fuck your brains out. He leans in, voice brushng against your ear, while he whispers the dirtiest thing you ever did hear or perhaps just sweet nothings, but the tone, the intimacy, the deliberateness of teh action, points to how he KNOWS you like his voice and how he just LOVES to exploit that weakness of yours... mmnnghh...
THAT FACE!! He may be no Medic (we all love Medic's tits- I mean Medic's tits-- I- I mean tits--) but there's something about that hat obscuring his face in shadow and his glasses hiding his eyes except for the lucky flash you might catch, and those teeth (GOD, THOSE TEETH!) that belong to a true predator what with that sharpness and prominency. And maybe I like my men looking weird and off-putting! It'd be a dream to run my hands through his slightly-outgrown hair, feeling how it curls up slightly at the nape of his neck, years of living in the bush leaving him comfortable with how long his hair is getting... sigh... now this isn't necessarily his face, but... that autopsy scar, hello? I love a man who looks good in scars and goddamn does Sniper fulfill that. An easy something to trail my fingers against to let him know how hot he is to me, perceived flaws and all.
HIS LIFESTYLE!! Over the years my disdain for socializing and my need for alone-time has grown and soiidified. And what better partner for a gal like that than THE semi-feral bushman who has a whole campervan all to himself and spends even his working hours relatively alone? Sometimes we just needs someone to hang out with us in calm, sweet, precious silence (so I can ogle him all I want without having to worry about carrying a conversation) and I imagine he has a lot of hobbies! Professionals have standards, y'know, and sometimes the best thing for you to do is unwind with a hobby you enjoy. We aren't gonna talk about the piss jars, but for the record my beloved princess can do whatever he damn well pleases, fuck you. A pretty common headcanon for his is that he can play teh saxophone so, uh... what those hands do?
