Vanilla
BLU Medic was a shy man. He'd just been graduated from the Training Facility, when he was transfered to 2Fort. The area was hot, hotter than he was used to, and not even the creek that flowed in from just over the fence helped some days(it was the only part of the creek they dared swim in).
Medic also didn't speak much English. When he did, it came out broken, fragmented. It was something Soldier picked at often. He ALSO disliked change. When they were first transfered away from 2Fort, to Harvest, he freaked out and spent days in the medical ward, refusing to come out. Until their Sniper coaxed him out, that is. The Australian had a way with small animals, and the way Medic was acting was akin to a scared puppy.
After that, the second-youngest member of the team often turned to the older man when he got scared. Sniper learned to go to bed just a little later, just in case the German couldn't sleep. He'd hear a knock on his van door, and open it, to reveal the young man, in a dressing gown, with a pillow and blanket in his arms. He knew that, hidden deep in the bundle, was a stuffed bear. A small, ratty thing that Medic was embarrassed to show anyone.
"Can't sleep, mate?"
"N-nein... I-i... H-had a... Alptryume...Er, nightmare..."
Sniper chuckled at the younger man's studdering. He, personaly, thought Medic's broken English was cute. He stepped aside, letting the young man into the van.
"You can take the bed, Mate. I'll sleep up front again."
"N-nein! I cannot let you do that, Herr Sniper. I vill sleep... U-up front..."
The man laughed, patting Medic's head and pushing him to the bed.
"You take the bed. I'll be fine if I don't get a good sleep, but you're needed on the battlefield. I sit up in my roost all day with my jars and coffee."
Medic nodded, a slight blush on his cheeks, and sat on the bed. Sniper walked over to the small kitchen(if it could even be called that), and grabbed a clean glass, filling it with water from a jug, and handed it to Medic.
"Danke... Er... Thank you..." He said, reaching for the glass and taking a few sips, before looking down.
"Wanna talk about your dream? It seems to have shaken you up pretty badly. Yer shakin' like a leaf!"
"Uuhh... It vas just... How you say? Bad memory. Of var back home... I vas little, but I remember how scary it vas for me..."
The Medic hugged his bundle of bed-things closer, whimpering a little. The sight of the small man, so upset, tugged at Sniper's heart. He sat next to him, and pulled him into a simple one-armed hug.
"A war, huh? Well, don't let it bother ya. It's like they say, what don't kill ya, makes ya stronger. You survived, and yer stronger for it, right?"
Medic looked up at the older man, his eyes wide.
"I... Have never heard that before... B-but it... It ist right. I survived zhe var... I should be stronger, but... I am not..."
"Bull! You're strong! You have to be strong, if you're a Medic. You're always right there, in the line of fire, to make sure everyone's doing okay. If it weren't for you, we'd be dead."
Medic blushed, smiling.
"You... Really zhink zat? Zat I am strong...?"
"I do, mate. Now, why don't you lay down and go to sleep? I'll make sure you stay safe."
Medic nodded, unfolding his blanket from around his pillow, then laying down and pulling the blanket around him. Sniper noticed, however, the bear was missing.
"Herr Soldier found it... Took it und used it for... Er... Target..." The young man said sadly. Sniper frowned. If what he was hearing was correct, Soldier found Medic's teddy bear, and used it for target practise. He'll have to have a talk with the man later.
"Sorry, Mate. I'll see what I can do. Until then... Uuhh..." He dug into a trunk and pulled out a small, stuffed koala bear. "Here... Mum packed this little guy into my bag when I left home. He used to be mine, when I was just a lad. You can, uuhh... Use him for the night."
Medic noticed Sniper's blush when he pulled out the small bear, and smiled.
"Danke, Herr Sniper. I vill make sure Herr Soldier does not find him." He hugged the grey creature to his chest, snugglin under the blankets till his face wasn't easily seen. "Gute nach, Herr Sniper... Er... Goodnight..."
"Night, little guy... Sleep well..."