"Hey," Scout said as he opened the door to Sniper's camper van, "You wanted ta see me?"
"Yeah," The Sniper replied nervously, gathering his thoughts, working up the courage to say what he had wanted to say for years, "Listen, there's something I want to tell ya, mate."
"Aight," The Scout replied, "Go ahead."
"Well, I've just been thinking about my feelings, y'know, mate? So, anyway, I was thinking, and I just thought of something I wanted to, uh, tell ya."
"Well go ahead already, I can't fucking wait around all day."
The Sniper shifted on his cot nervously. How to put it? Here goes nothing.
"Scout, I've been having these… feelings. Lately I've been feeling a little more… attached towards you."
"What kind of… attached?"
"I… I think I love you. Lately I've wanted to do things to you. To touch you, to lick you, to suck you, to be inside of you."
Scout looked blankly at Sniper for a second. "So, you're gay?"
"I… I think so."
Scout let out a snort of laughter. High peals of mirth pushed their way out of his mouth. Scout dashed out the camper van, sprinting to the base, where the rest of the team resided. A burst of laughter and a trail of, "SNIPER'S A COCKFAG! SNIPER'S A COCKFAG!" followed him. Although it was the downtime of the rest of the team, they still arose and poked their heads out of their rooms at the one-idiot chorus of, "HE'S GAY, EVERYBODY! SNIPER IS GAAAAAAAAAY!"
The other mercenaries whispered and gossiped audibly enough for Sniper to hear even in his camper van. Scout ran back to the van, opened the door and walked in. He pointed his finger at Sniper and let out one word. "GAY!"
"Well, shit," Sniper thought, "I thought he would be more accepting than that."