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not for the team, but for me. because i already know i’d let you pin me behind enemy lines and call it “tactical positioning.”
the way you handle a Thompson? disrespectful. i’m flanked, suppressed, and one poorly timed respawn away from moaning in local chat.
if we ever squad up, just know i won’t be watching the map—i’ll be watching you sprint across open fields like it’s slow-motion fanfiction.
i promise i can follow orders... or ignore them, depending on the vibe.
so if you ever need a medic with boundary issues, a support who brings ammo and emotional damage, or just someone to go prone with behind a blown-out farmhouse... hit me up.
discord’s open, safety’s off 😏
MARCHING into digital cannon fire together in full 1860s cosplay. peak romance honestly??
imagine: you and me, shoulder to shoulder in the union line, muskets loaded, me sneaking glances at you while pretending to focus on orders. maybe we die tragically in-game, maybe i carry your wounded body into the woods and whisper “i always loved you” over proximity voice chat. who knows. anything’s possible.
i swear i’m mostly normal. just gay. and weak for handsome men who know the difference between a Springfield and an Enfield.
anyway, no pressure, but if you ever want to talk, game, or re-enact a homoerotic civil war moment with me, here’s my Discord 🫡🌈