Deception :: Sniper/SpyThe RED Sniper crouched by the small open window, scope focused towards the battlefield. He was keeping the small red dot of his laser trained on the BLU Pyro, waiting for the right moment.
Boom! The shot rang out across the field, and the Pyro dropped to the ground, dead. Sniper stood, taking off his hat in a moment of silence for the dead man.
As he kneeled back down, he realized he was the only one who even remotely cared about those who died, from either team. They were replaced, those who had died, by new teammates every battle. Some mercenaries never made it through one before they were killed.
They had families, those who had died. They had wives, husbands, children. And nobody knew. They slaughtered each other day after day, battle after day, for what? What purpose could be strong enough to drive men and women to kill so ruthlessly? So violently?
Money. Money was the answer. Money made them forget that these people had families. Money made them fo
Shelter :: Scout/Sniper"I'm f-freezing..." The muttered words escaped Scout as he curled up in the corner of the small log cabin, trying to preserve warmth.
"Why didn't you wear a jacket?" Sniper asked clearly irritated with the younger male's grumbling. He was nice and warm in his heavy coat, something that Scout didn't have.
"Because I d-don't have one, duh! I'm a f-frickin' Scout, jackets n'shit just slow m-me down! An' anyways, I'm usually too h-hot from running in this f-fucking snow to need a j-jacket."
"Why didn't you borrow one then?" Sniper asked, a man of obvious questions.
"I t-tried! None a' the o-others have s-spares..." He mumbled, curling his knees up to his chest.
"Oi have one back in the base..."
"F-fuckin' fat lot a' good i-it'll do f-for me n-now! We're t-trapped in this s-stupid cabin, all b-because Soldier c-can't get his own f-fucking ammo from t-town!"
"We're trapped here because you got us lost!" Sniper retorted, frowning.
"You're the fucking h-hunter guy! Y-you're
Pizza :: ScoutXReader [GIFT]You set down your book as soon as somebody knocked on your bedroom door. "Who is it?" You called softly, looking up.
"Try and guess." The sassy Bostonian voice you knew all too well replied.
You smirked to yourself. "Door's open."
Scout nudged open the door with his foot, entering the room. He had something in his hands, you couldn't tell from where you were sitting, but it looked like a plate.
He sat down next to you with a smile. "You missed dinner again, so I brought you something to eat..." He offered up the small plate, with a slice of pizza resting on top.
You smiled back, but politely shook your head. "I'm not hungry... Thanks for offering though."
He frowned. "How are you not hungry? I mean, you rarely ever eat with the team, and I've never seen you eat or have food in your room."
"I'm just not hungry, alright?" You replied, curling your knees to your chest with a sigh.
"Alright then... I'm just... worried for ya, is all..."
"Thanks, but I can take care of myself."
The First Ceasefire - Chapter 21 :: HomeThe remainder of the day and the rest of the train ride went smoothly enough, Scout slept without any nightmares.
The train was only fifteen minutes from Seattle, and now it was just Acelin, Ethan and Matt in the train. Medic had gotten off somewhere around Oregon.
Scout sighed and cuddled more into his lover. They were all ready to get off the old train, and each of them had changed. Well, Acelin removed his mask, but that was it for him.
Scout was dressed in a plain gray shirt and brown pants, where the left pant leg only went to the knee, exposing his metal prosthetic.
Sniper wore a blue shirt similar to his uniform's, minus the logo. He also wore his hat and vest, and his sunglasses were tucked into his pocket.
"Ze train is almost in Seattle..." Acelin said quietly.
Scout yawned. "Awright... Mm, can't wait t'see Antonio, Ty and Austin again! And Ma!"
Sniper smiled and ruffled his hair gently. "You're adorable, you know..."
"I'd better fuckin' know it..." Scout mumbled, leaning into
The First Ceasefire - Chapter 20 :: NamesSniper sat up when he heard the door unlock.
Spy entered the room, a worried expression on his face. "I 'ate to say it, but we need 'ou. Quickly."
Sniper jumped to his feet. "Whoi? What happened?"
"It's Scout... Just, come." Spy led the Australian into compartment three, where Scout was curled up on the couch shuddering, screaming and sobbing.
"Oh, no..." Sniper whispered. "What happened?"
"Nightmare." Medic said curtly. "He vas yelling about not vanting to be touched and vas screaming and sobbing."
Sniper reached out his hand, gently resting it on Scout's shoulder. "Scout... It's gonna be okay... Oi promise..." He said softly, gently squeezing the younger's shoulder.
Scout's breathing began to slow, and his sobs began to grow quieter.
Sniper sat down next to him, slowly rubbing his back with his other hand.
Scout let out a small whimper as Sniper gently adjusted him so that the younger's head was in his lap, but then went quiet again, body still shaking slightly.
Hey... It's gon