Dumb plans had always been one of my trademarks but tonight, I seemed to have outdone myself quite good. I frowned while looking for the ball, if I hadn't lost that bet to the smartass Scout, I wouldn't be out here. Curse words fell from my lips while I narrowed my eyes, the darkness wasn't helping either, but if I didn't find the fucking ball, I would be looking forward to serving him pancakes each morning for a week, which really didn't seem like an option if I wanted to keep my pride.

''Fucking bet…'' I grumbled before realizing where I was, or where I wasn't.

This was defiantly not behind the base but more like the side of it, where one would spot the old van parked some 200 meters away.

The dim light was still on…

Maybe Sniper had seen the ball? I smiled faintly, seemed like a good enough reason to talk to him.

Sniper had never been one everybody would call friend. Comrade when he was on the same side as yourself but as the loner he was, he seemed unbothered by that fact. I never understood him and I rather liked that. The yellow tinted aviators, trademark hat and that smirk he would flash when he made someone's head turn into fine, red dust.

The amount of conversations between us wasn't something to brag about. The usual chaos during the mornings, he always turned up earlier to get some hot coffee he made himself and not the coffee that Pyro made, tasted like wombat according to Sniper.

I liked him more then I would admit to anyone, especially not Scout or Spy, seeing how they would either use if for blackmailing later or just making fun of it. Sniper seemed unreachable in my eyes, always staying in his van and not getting close to anyone. I knew little about him and that made him seem more interesting.

The man that never trusted anyone, I yearned for the feeling and knowing, I was the one person to change that.

I dug my hands into my pockets, trying to look calm while knocking on the door but I never got to that.

A sound that sounded like a low moan stopped me.

I pulled my hand back and held my breath. I heard another moan and I felt my cheeks go red. My breath hitched as I heard another one and turned around, standing with my back against the van, covering my mouth with my hand.

My glance went down, staring at the ground while I tried to get myself to move but the sounds kept me there. I shouldn't stay, I knew that. I leaned back against the van when the moans got louder and cursing was heard as well.

I pressed my lips together, still trying to get myself to leave but my legs wouldn't move. I had to see him. I turned around, standing on tiptoes so I could look inside the little window. My heart jumped and I caught my breath when I saw him. Spread out on the narrow bed, his aviators where gone and the hat was as well, pants and boxers pushed just far enough down for his hand to move up and down with haste. His eyes closed while his mouth opened while cursing beneath his breath. His hand gripped the sheets while the other moved faster. He swallowed hard before I watched his mouth open again, this time without uttering a curse word or a low moan but a name. My name.

I feel backwards, landing on the ground with a shocked expression before I got up and ran as fast as I could.

''No no no no no!'' This wasn't- couldn't be true!

My face burned hot as fire when I finally slammed my door behind me, leaning back up against it with a shocked expression. My mind went numb when I suddenly realized something. I was wet, embarrassingly enough.

The image of him crept through my otherwise empty head, making my hands shoot down, taking their own actions before I could think about it. Before I knew it, my pants were pooled around my feet, quickly followed by my underwear; my teeth sank into my lip when my fingers got to work without hesitation. Recalling how he had said my name with that husky, sex filled voice, combined with the image of him still there, it didn't take very long before I moaned lowly, trembling as my mind went blank yet again. My legs gave in, letting me fall to the floor while my breathing went slower.

My body felt numb as I sat there, trying to understanding the situation. Nothing seemed to be appearing in my mind and my glance quickly went to the bed, maybe morning would bring a better answer after all…

I woke up early as usual.

My body quivered as I left the warmth of my bed, stretching while walked to the small dresser, finding the usual loose blue T-shirt and the loose pants. My loose hair was pulled into a high ponytail while I slipped into the worn, dark grey sneakers, before leaving my room.

The base was quiet as it usually was around this time. No one was up, maybe Soldier, but then he would be out doing his morning exercise.

I liked the silence. Having to deal with the loudness of a battleground almost each day and then of course the fighters afterwards, wasn't really the quietest thing in the world. Not that I complained about, I loved my team but everyone could easily get on everyone else's nerves.

My fingers found the switch, turning on the lights in the little kitchen.

I sighed before walking in, then noticing the yellow note on the fridge. I furrowed my eyebrows while reading it out loud, ''Looking forwards to the pancakes, B!''

''Didn't I find his fucking ball….?'' I mumbled to myself, tossing away the note and opening the fridge.

Grabbing the milk and eggs, I closed the fridge with my foot, ''Fuck you Scout, I found your-'' my cheeks went red when I remembered that I didn't find his ball. I heard the eggs scatter on the ground along with the thud of the milk, ''Ball….''

I muttered darkly and sat down on my knees, picking up the biggest pieces and the container the egg had been in.

''Morning…'' The voice trailed off, probably as they noticed the mess on the floor.

My glance shot up; staring at the man I really didn't want to talk to right now.

''M-morning… I was just-I…'' My voice cracked awkwardly and I looked down with a burning face.

Shit.

''Those were the last eggs?''

''Ugh, no. There's still some in there'' I mumbled and grabbed a towel, getting started on cleaning the mess up.

Sniper hummed 'thanks' from the doorway before he moved closer, standing next to me while he got the coffee brewer ready.

I watched his feet as he moved around. While doing so, I accidently placed my hand right down into the broken eggs, making me groan and apparently catch his attention, ''you alright down there?''

''Y-yeah, I'm fine'' My voice cracked again while I tried laughing fake, hoping he would buy it.

His hand grabbed the open milk, preventing more milk to spill on the floor, the puddle already seemed big.

I saw him squatting down next to me while another towel landed in the milk puddle, '''s quite a mess ya' made'' He chuckled softly, helping cleaning the mess up.

''Yeah'' I sighed, finally getting most of the eggs cleaned up, ''thanks''

''No prob'…''

We finished the cleaning in silence. I listened to his steady breathing, watching his hands move with precision and feeling how my heart beat faster. I met his eyes when we were done, unhidden by the missing aviators. His blue eyes watching me made me catch my breath.

The coffee brewer bibbed loudly, announcing it was done and by that, ruining the mood.

Sniper got back up quickly, finding his favorite mug and pouring coffee into it while I got up, tossing the dirty towels into the bucket with other dirty towels.

''Actually, I needed to ask ya' somethin'…'' He hummed while I grabbed new eggs and milk form the fridge.

''Yeah?''

''Did ya' by any chance walk around my camper? Saw some 'prints that weren't mine'' his voice was calm as before and he took a sip of his coffee.

I felt like I was sweating, my heart stopped and I forgot how to breathe for some seconds, ''Ugh, no…'' I finally mumbled, trying to look busy making pancakes. I knew my face was red but I hoped he wouldn't notice.

''Alright'' He hummed and growled faintly when we both heard talking; the rest of the team had gotten up.

Scout appeared in the doorway as soon as I flipped the first pancake.

''Fucking yes! I knew you wouldn't find it, B, But hey, no worries, got like, 50 more of them or somewhat'' Scout grinned, leaning in close to enjoy his triumph and inspecting the pancakes.

''Shut up'' I grumbled annoyed, almost tossing the first pancake into his face.

His grin got wider while quickly making the first pancake disappear, ''How long did ya' look?''

''Look fer' what?'' Sniper asked and Scout turned around, watching him before explaining the whole bet, ''… and I was like, well shit, B, if you can find the ball, you don't owe me any, like double or nothing. It was already dark outside, so I already knew I would win again, and now look whose getting pancakes each morning for a whole freaking week!'' Scout grinned proudly while helping himself to another pancake.

I looked up when I heard Sniper hum, meeting his eyes again but this time they looked different.

''… 'S not like I looked for that long… maybe 10 minutes or something'' I tried to save it after almost reading Sniper's distrust in his eyes.

''Really? Mon petit… You got back to your room quite late'' Spy joined the conversation with a smirk and his morning cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

I held my glance at the pancakes, feeling my cheeks go red again. Fucking Spies, always ruining everything.

''I knew it!'' Scout laughed and Sniper made a 'Tch'-sound before leaving the kitchen with his coffee. I felt my heart drop; he defiantly knew I had lied to him.

''Thanks for butting in, Spy'' I growled, handing Scout the plate with pancakes.

''My pleasure'' Spy chuckled and exhaled, letting smoke come out of his nostrils.

I left the kitchen after Scout grabbed the plate; it didn't look like the pancakes would be on it for long though.

''You're leaving?'' Scout called with his mouth full.

''Lost my appetite'' I called back, walking down to the respawn room. Might as well get ready for today's battle…