"Maggot!"
A rough, familiar voice slithered it's way out into the hall. The sound of heavy boots, someone who walked with purpose approached the Texan's room.
He had left the door opened, not like he had much to hide. The Engineer was proped up against the wall his bed was pressed against, strumming at his acoustic gutair lazily. He was a practical man, who didn't care much for bein' rushed around. He turned his head up from the instrument, to see The Soilder in all his red-white-and-blue glory in the doorway.
But actual, due to the battle's main events today, his chin was more black-and-blue than anything.
Engie let out a muffled groan, he was getting on in years, and didn't find it easy to jump up how he used to down on the ranch. Also, Solider probably came to unload his annoying, anal-Atta boy tendencies onto him.
Honestly, Engineer by this time a-night was just winding down to hit-the-hay. He had to be up early tomorrow, 'Blue' probably had something planned, they usually did. So it was his job to build as many dispensers he could, so his team could actually get some ammo out before the battle would start and he'd have—
His train of thought had been broken when Soldier leant over his bed and pressed his bruised, rough lips to the Engineer's cheek, who's guitar string broke with a 'twang!' when kissed, and his cheeks turned a nice red to match his shirt.
"Get some sleep, Maggot."
" ..Uh-huh."