Pyro hummed a tune to themselves as they headed for the shower block. It was getting late into the night, nearing three am, but that just meant the rest of the team was asleep. It was the perfect opportunity for Pyro to shower. They usually avoided showering around the other members of the team, as their curiosity would inevitably get the best of them and they would try to peek into Pyro's shower. They had learned the hard way that Pyro didn't take kindly to peeks when a masked head came poking out from behind the shower curtain, angrily muttering at them and brandishing the fire ax that they always kept next to them. Pyro still took the ax with them, even for night showers, as they never who would be trying to quench their curiosity.
As the water turned on, Pyro began to strip off their suit and clothes. They preferred to wear shorts and a wife-beater under their suit. It was a light outfit, one that kept various body parts from flapping around during battle, and it was gender neutral enough to keep the men from speculating on laundry day.
Today's last respawn had left the Pyro in the body of a tall, pale woman with short, curly red hair. They spent a few minutes admiring their reflection in the metal shower walls, getting a pretty good idea of their figure. Some of the Pyro's incarnations were prettier than others, and they found their current appearance extremely attractive.
They stepped into the shower, leaving their clothes on the floor. They had brought a shower bag along with them, and busied themselves with washing and rinsing their hair, their thin but nimble fingers getting lost in the curls. They loved shower night. They loved the feeling of the water on their shoulders, so hot it was almost scalding. They liked getting to pretend to be someone else for a few minutes. They could imagine themselves as an attractive woman with an apartment and a rich fiance waiting for her at home, or a strong man working to avenge his brother lost in the war, or even a small child trapped in a battle between grown men. It was better-and more fun-than trying to remember their original body and origins.
Once they were sufficiently clean, they stepped out of the shower, putting on the clean set of clothes they had brought with them. Boxers, shorts, a bandage wrapping of a bra, and a wife-beater all slipped on before the rubber suit. They didn't really know how to clean all that rubber, and were glad it din't collect that much sweat and smell. They collected their fire ax, dirty clothing, and bathroom items, and then started the long trek back to their shack.
Scout gave a low whistle once he was sure Py was gone. Had she always been that hot? He hoped so. He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head before sneaking out of the bathroom, as if afraid another team member was watching. He had been unable to sleep earlier, but had a feeling seeing such a hot babe on their team would give him good dreams for weeks to come.