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Medic could hear music playing softly in the usually silent building (at least at night). Being disturbed from his sleep, Medic grabbed his digital clock "...Ach, It's two in the morning." Medic said groggily as he stared at the blinking numbers. With all that went on in the BLU building, you think someone could get some goddamn sleep once in a while.
Apparently not.
Medic flung his feet out of his bed, looking ready for action. In reality he was shit tired, But drowsiness would have to wait! If he didn't find out where that music was coming from, Medic would never fall back asleep. It was in his blood to be high-strung, even if that meant having to kick an ass or two, and that is what Medic just planned to do.
With said intent in his head, Medic strut out of his bedroom, into the hallway, and towards wherever that goddamn music was coming from. He passed his other teammates bedrooms. The sounds of Heavy's snoring, Soldier's mumbling in his sleep, and the creak of Scout's bed as the yong boy tossed and turned in his sleep rang through the empty halls. These were the sounds of the night to Medic. This was normal. Medic had grown accustomed to these sounds over the years he had worked at BLU, to him, they were just a normality. Though, of course, nothing was normal at BLU.
As Medic walked into the kitchen, the sound had became louder, thus giving away it's location. Medic whipped his head in the direction of the shower room. The music seemed to be coming from there. As he walked towards it, he heard another sound. It was the sound of gushing water "Someone taking a shower? At zis time of night?" Medic whispered to himself, puzzled beyond belief.
Medic tiptoed his way into the shower room, as to not make a sound. But what he saw next almost made him gasp.
It was Pyro. In the nude. Showering.
By the way, apparently it's a male.
To the Medic, the Pyro was not what he expected. He had expected some kind of genderless, face-melted monster. Medic had been imagining some kind of ungodly abomination. But instead he got this:
The Pyro looked close to his thirties, with short cobalt hair that shined with the added water. His skin was a (though calloused) pale brown, like coffee mixed with cream. He had dark dirt brown eyes and a large angular nose, and large puckered lips. His chest had softly defined muscles, gently laced with scars that had came with the war. One of the most noticeable things was the extremely large burn scar that started on the front of his thigh, traced across his back, and ended on the crook of his neck. With rest of his body the same as his chest, defined and traced with scars, The Medic was now finished with his examination of the Pyro.
Medic wondered why he even cared so much.
Nobody had seen the Pyro. Ever. The rest of the team had some very colorful guesses, but when they asked the Pyro, he had just got a muffled answer, and a few confusing hand gestures. But now, the Medic knew! He could use this information to his advantage, and earn the respect he deserved...
...Or he could just watch.
Taken out of his thought, Medic noticed that the Pyro was singing.
Things where about to get interesting.