sniper headcanons

imagine sniper finding comfort in rain, the smell of pine needles and the sound of a violin being played.

imagine sniper sleeping with his camper windows cracked so he can hear and smell the rain and gentle thunder outside

imagine sniper getting excited about rain

imagine sniper .... but hes sleeping. nothing else. sleeping peacefully. no worries or cares in the world

Imagine sniper getting caught shopping for shoes online, and the shoes are high heels

Imagine sniper being really into Guns n' Roses

Imagine Sniper sometimes drives really far away from any of the bases and goes skinny dipping in lakes. He likes laying on the surface of the water and sunbathing, or diving and catching fish before letting them free again.

Imagine Sniper writing songs in his spare time. Sometimes you can find a small slip of paper with a few words hastily scribbled on them if you look hard enough on base. He tends to scribble down ideas as soon as he has them, but forgets to bring them back to his van.

Imagine Sniper sneaking into Medic’s office to pet and feed and coo at his doves. They always perk up when he goes in for post-battle injuries, but Medic doesn’t know why.

Imagine sniper. Just. Imagine him. Look at that handsome man. There he goes. Sniping around.

Imagine Sniper being like that Brave Wilderness guy; just going around to different places, catching animals and sometimes keeping them.

Imagine Sniper accident still calling himself that when people ask for his name like “And your full name?” “Snip- I mean, Micky Mundy”