The rain was beating down so fast it was hard to tell the rain drops and the bullets apart. Scout ran his wet clothes stuck to his skin chilling him all the way to the bone. He had the enemy intelligence and had a demoman chasing him, but that's his job. He can remember the first day he came to 2fort sat down in front of a projector to watch the same short film every new RED member had to see. All about how RED is for a greater cause and all the other bullshit. His job was to get in fast take the intelligence and get the fuck out. He knew it was dangerous but he didn't care, his mother needed the money and he had nothing going for him at home hell he thought it would be fun to crack open skulls for money.
Scout ran as fast as he could the demomans grenades blowing up closer and closer behind him. His lungs hurt his chest burned he prayed his legs wouldn't give up on him just yet. The big clunky suitcase that has all of BLUS intel weighing him down, one of the demomans grenades sent him flying the intel flew out of his hands and he landed in a mud puddle right on his back. The demoman picked up the case and put his grenade launcher inches from the scouts face. The Scout frozen in fear his legs wouldn't move like he commanded. "I'll see you in bloody hell" the demoman slurred only god could know how he can keep up with the scout while he was so drunk. The Scout closed his eyes and waited for his head to blow off, Instead all he heard was a thump on the ground. Standing in front of him now was the RED sniper and his bloody kurki. The sniper had seen was poor Scout running for his life and decided to help out so he snuck up behind and slit the drunks throat. "GET UP RUN NOW" the sniper demanded grabbing the kid and practically dragging him leaving the intel behind they ran to hide "You can thank me later kid right now we need to get away from here" They ran until they came into the territory of there own team. Finally the Sniper let the kid go. Scout was out of breath barely standing as they heard the sirens go off finally the war had ended for now the BLU team got there intel back to there base for now they could rest. They made their way back into the base. "Uh thanks man.. wouldve died back there" The scout wasn't to used to thanking people he liked to think he could do everything on his own. "No problem mate I hate to have such youngsters die anyways" Scout scoffed "youngster huh i'm not a kid" The boy was only 20 and he was out there risking his life daily. "Next time be careful huh I won't be there to babysit ya on the field" Scout rolled his eyes at the nasty comment the sniper had made. "Pft whatever man I guess I owe you one" The scout went into the base and headed for his room he needed to get those now bloody wet and mud coated clothes off his body needed to warm up. He grabbed an identical red shirt from his closet and threw the wet one on the floor he didn't care he would clean up the mess after dinner he was starving. On his way out of his room he noticed the sniper limping towards the med bay ugh the crazy german doctor seemed to get more pleasure out of the pain it caused to heal his team members rather than how he helped them but hey he worked fucking magic in there. He watched as the sniper walked right past the med bay scout could see a bloody bullet hole in the sniper's back. "Hey moron go see the medic you got a bullet in your back" Sniper ignored him and continued down the hall to his room. What the fuck is the idiot doing scout thought. Running to catch up with him he stopped in front of the sniper. "What are you doing you need to get that bullet taken out and the wound cleaned up" Sniper tried to go right past him "I can get it myself I don't need that crazy german ripping bullets out of me" Scout followed him "You can't get that out yourself it's in your back at least let me help I owe you anyways." Sniper said nothing but let the kid follow and enter his room. The snipers room was clean tidy and nothing really personal was in there no pictures posters anything other than a stack of books on a table in the corner of the room. "Hey you stay here and i'll go get some stuff from the med bay okay" The scout quickly made his way down the hall snuck into the medic's office and stole some tweezers bandages and some anti bacterial wash. He would put the stuff back when he was done but he knew he shouldn't be taking it but hey he owed the guy a favor and how was the sniper going to fight with a bullet lodged into his back. He ran back to the snipers room closing the door. The sniper stood up and took off his shirt. Scout noticed how scared the aussie was I guess living in the outback and then going to war would leave some marks along the way. The sniper was at least a foot taller than the young scout the sniper had a much bigger frame he could probably lift the scout with one arm if he wasn't hurt. The snipers skin permanently tanned from the harsh sun he was exposed to for so long. Scout on the other hand was the smallest member of the team his frame small and lean he was pale and has almost flawless skin yeah he had a few scars here and there but nothing compared to the bushman. But the scout didn't let his small appearance fool anyone he never back down from a fight he might of been small but he was strong. The scout pulled up a chair and had the sniper sit down he carefully examined the wound he wiped away the blood grabbed the tweezers and got ready to pull the bullet out. "stay still this is gonna hurt" carefully the scout prodded around searching for the bullet he could feel it scraping against the tweezers "Alright get ready" slowly the scout tugged and unlodged the bullet. Only a few grunts from the sniper showed any pain it barely phased him he didn't want to seem weak in front of the scout. A new stream of red blood poured from the bullet wound. The scout pressed down on it with a cloth to stop the blood. The sniper hissed at the pressure but he knew it had to be done. The sniper looked back to see the scout so focused at work, the scout never really gave a shit about anyone he never would have done this for anyone else and if he did he wouldn't have been so percies or gentle. The sniper admired him, He hadn't seen anyone as pretty as the scout in long time. The sniper's eyes scanning the young boy's face soft and lean define cheekbones and bright blue eyes. "The fuck are you gawking at?" The scout spit. Sniper just chuckled and let the boy keep fixing him up. Sniper had never really cared if it was a man or a woman but he could tell he liked this scout. Scout grabbed the antibacterial wash and poured some over the wound it fizzed around the bullet hole making white foam scout wiped it and grabbed the bandages and started to wrap them around the snipers broad shoulder over the bullet wound and under his arm wrapping it around a few times. The sniper tried to spark a conversation to break the silence. "So what's a kid like you doing here anyways don't you have a girl back home?" Scout didn't say anything at first he let out a sigh "Nah no one's really waiting at home for me except my ma never really dated anyone. Dont you have a wife at home or someshit" Sniper laughed "I havent had anyone for years i've been here or living off the land" Not like sniper really worried about that anyways he liked his time alone but having the scout there with him didn't bother him to much at the moment. "Damn considering how old you are i figured you got kids and shit" scout said. "Ay come on now i'm not that old" The sniper was in his late 30's and had been at 2fort for almost six years now. "yeah well I guess its better then not to many people to miss us if we die out here" the scout muttered. After he finished the bandaging the sniper stood up and faced the scout thanking him and putting his shirt back on. The man might have been older but he didn't look like it the man had large arms mostly muscle and a flat hard stomach. The scout couldn't help but exam all the scars on his chest knife wounds bullet and what even looked like claw marks. "Hey look who's gawking now huh kid?" Scout rolled his eyes "Nah man I aint gay just lookin at those scars of yours" "Wasn't calling you gay kid and yeah i got a lot of em" He thanked the scout again and suggested they go get some dinner. "Yeah let me put away the medics shit first" Scout then snuck into the med bay again he was awfully good at sneaking around considering he did it everytime he got into the BLUS base. Putting the used supplies in the sink and putting away the bandages and the wash into a cabinet he made his way to the kitchen. He saw the sniper had saved him a seat and waved for him to join him after he finished grabbing his food. The scout found it weird the aussie wanted to spend any more time with him he knew the sniper like his alone time he never really talked with any of the other team members. The scout sat down and ate with the sniper it was mostly quiet but they talked here and there cracking jokes about the other team members. They finished eating and made their way back to their rooms. "Goodnight kid try to get some rest today must've been hard on you" the sniper said with a weird tone in his voice as if he didn't want to leave the scout just yet. "Yeah you too man keep that bullet hole clean or you're really gonna have to go see the Medic… and uh yeah thanks again for saving me out there." The scout went into his room picked up the dirty shirt and threw it into the hamper. Until he heard his door open. "Go to bed Snip-" Scout was cut off "vhat is zis?" The medic was standing there with all the things he had taken earlier Scout stayed silent. "Vell next zime you use mine zings clean up… vollow me now." Scout was not in the mood for a scolding but he didnt want to be on bad terms with medic. He followed him all the way to the med bay and saw his small muddy foot prints tracking all around the room. He was in such a hurry he didn't notice. Medic threw a mop and bucket at him and went off to bed. Scout obediently started cleaning his mess so he could get to bed.