Scout is sprawling all over the sofa in the rec room. Pyro is sitting on the floor watching the carton show on the television; he claps happily whenever the characters in the show doing something that amused him. Scout peeks to the show sometimes but has less interest to watch it fully, so he makes himself busy with the baseball in his hands, playing catch. He throws it up to the air and the ball falls down back onto his hands. Sound of footstep getting near could be heard; the Bostonian stretches his neck to see who is coming. It is you. Pyro waves his hands as you wave back at the man, who continue to watch the cartoon show. You smile at Scout when you notice he was staring. The man snorts as he wiggles and rest his head on the cushion arm. His eyes following you who is sitting on the other empty sofa.
"So. Ya gonna assist us huh?" Scout starts with sarcasm hinted in his voice. He throws the baseball again up to the air and then catch it with his right hand.
"Basically. However, I'm looking for your co-operation as well. As it has mentioned before, this weapon is in beta, and I am here to test," you nod as you explain the circumstance. After all that is what the contract said; you are under a one year contract for weapon test. You are expected to deliver report every two weeks to the company concerning the biotic weapon you would be using later.
Scout raises an eyebrow and look at you up and down. All of them are mercenary, and although Scout is the 'slim' person in the group and yet his figure is fit to the war they are fighting in the moment. As for you, he didn't catch any vibe of a mercenary from you, although you are not that civilian enough, "Ya didn't look like a mercenary or anyone with fighting experience in their CV ya know."
You are leaning against the arm cushion with your right hand support your chin. Hearing him say that making you giving him a long look, eyebrows raise up. Your lips twitch.
Seeing you speechless with such expression make Scout laugh, "Don't get me wrong, buddy! I was just saying, although ya aren't little, it just didn't give me the vibe—even Engineer got this scary aura although he didn't show it to ya—" he sits up from his nap, facing you with frantic manner. You note to yourself he is a bold man.
"And all this new class? After all these years? Ridiculous! We've been doing fine with only Medic after all, ya see. Didn't mean to dismiss ya. Not like I hate ya, you got me?" Scout continues his speech, leaning toward you.
You have a small toothy smile on your face as you speak, "All is good. I got that a lot about me. But rest assure, can I call you Scout? That I have experience in fighting. If not, I wouldn't be here wouldn't I? Though I may be not as strong as all of you"
Scout looks at you with content. You are right after all. To think of it, the company would not randomly hire someone incompetent and 'toss' them into the battlefield. Take a sample, him. He is competent and reliable, also incredible, everyone knows it; hence the company hire him into this war. He acknowledges your reason, "Well, fair 'nough," he shrugs. A grin soon occupies his face, "Ya gonna witness how awesome I am. Don't lose yer head on the battlefield ya see? But wait, we're already outta our mind here. So nevamind," he shrugs again without a care.
You lost yourself. Your shoulder shudder as you try to hold your roar of laughter from escaping, instead scrunching over forward, hiding your face on your laps, chuckling. Scout looks at you with a frown at first, but then laugh at the sight. Both of you are in a good mood.
"Leetle Scout and Assistant are laughing; what is it about?" strong Russian accent greet both of Scout's and your ears. Heavy steps into the room with a plate of sandwich. His weight make a dip onto the cushion next to you. He studies both of you who have regained composure. Scout is still snickering under his breath while you cough to catch up your breath.
"That is good to be friend. Friend is family," continues Heavy before taking a bite of his sandwich. He nods his head seeing you giving a wonder upon his words. Family is important. Teamwork is important.
You look down to your hands with a smile. Being accepted is a good feeling, "I'll do my best. Please take care of me."
Heavy nods again in aggreement without saying anything. Scout gives you his wide grin and a firm handshake, "That's what I'm talking about!"
"Mmmhh mmhhh mhhmm!" Pyro brings his thumbs up in the air, joining the friendly atmosphere.
Sniper leans against the wall with arms crossed on his chest as he listening to the conversation in the rec room. His glasses fall to his nose. In his grip is a hot water thermos. He meant to head back to his van after making some coffee, but he saw you entering the rec room and ended up listening for a 'bit'. He analyzed your behavior and he could assume you are not talkative, but not too quiet as well. Too friendly to his liking, from what he saw. Not like he mind it, just he is the type keep-to-oneself person, and getting close to new individual easily is not his forte.
"Seems like our new friend is adapting just fine with zhe others."
The Aussie flinches away from his place and whips his head around to see Spy is already beside him, smirking, cigarette between his lips. Spy shots him a glare, "Bugger, Spook! Stop popping so suddenly!"
Spy chuckles at the man's comment but dismiss to talk back, "I'm quite intrigued with zheir weapon of choice; a medic sniper. Wouldn't it be exciting?" Spy eyes the sniper beside him with a glint of amusement.
The man in mention looks back to the rec room where you silently watch the cartoon show with Pyro while also listening to Scout's babble, commenting his topic with little words here and there; no hint of annoyance, but amusement. He takes back about you being friendly; rather than friendly, you are adaptive, "Nah, mate. I wouldn't careless. We'll see 'bout that in the field," Sniper shrugs his shoulder. He adjusts his hat and gets up from the wall, leaving the French man behind.
Spy looks at Sniper then you with lingering smirk on his smile. The Assistant; a medic sniper he might say. He couldn't wait to witness what you are capable of. He didn't expect much from you but best if you could make this mundane war a bit interesting with your presence.
After your conversation with Scout, Heavy, and Pyro; mostly the Bostonian, you went to sleep early. And a few hours into your slumber, you are woken up by a loud shout by Soldier in the morning, telling everyone to get up and stuffs. The prideful American even going as far as barging into your room to snatch the blanket away from you. You shiver as soon as your skin comes into contact with the chill morning, sleepily force yourself to sit up on your bed.
"Get up, Maggot! Move your ass!" Soldier chirps loudly to your face as you try to get away from his close proximity to your personal space.
"Yessir…" you reply with sleepy tone. Waking up in the morning can be hell sometimes.
Satisfied giving you an early morning heart attack, Soldier storms outside to find his next 'victim'. You groggily get up and go to bathroom. You almost stumble on your own foots when entering the room, luckily someone catched your arms from the falling.
"Careful, mate."
You are face to face with the Sniper when you look up to see who is your savior. The man has a towel around his shoulder and you can see water dripping from his chin. He lets go of you as soon as he is certain you are standing properly on your feet. You hum a thank you which he acknowledges and continue with his business.
Approaching the sink beside him, you turn the faucet and scoop the flowing water and wash your face. You blink a few times to your reflection in the mirror, squinting your eyes to drove away the sleepiness. From the mirror, you can see Sniper swiftly shave his face and keep his stuble. His orange-shade glasses is neatly folded on the sink so you could see his eyes colour which…
You squint your eyes a bit more. They look gray from a far, but actually blue from close up. They are very light color—
"Uhm… mate…? What are you doing...?"
When your sense back to you, you realize how close you are with Sniper. You literally are leaning toward him and staring into his eyes. They are staring back at you startled; the lens widen.
"Eh—s-sorry, sorry—dang it I didn't mean to do that—I was too fixated with your eyes that I—" you scurry away from his personal space; feeling embarrassed with your impulsive action. You bring a hand to cover your face, then pinching the bridge of your nose, sighing.
Sniper raises one of his eyebrows at you, amused. The tip of his lips twitch upward, "My eyes? Heh, didn't know they gonna be that hypnotizing."
Still pinching the bridge of your nose, avoiding eye contact with him, you reply with a sigh, "They are…"
He is taken aback slightly with your response. It is either a compliment or just a hollow reply.
You finally look at him with guilt in your eyes, "I'm so sorry, Sir. Sometimes I act without thinking…" you lower your head in shame. To him, you look like a guilty puppy which is a funny sight.
Sniper sighs and then smile. He brings his big hand on top of your head and ruffle the hair, "It's alright, mate. Crickey! I was only surprised. So, no need to be sorry, aye?"
You look up to the smiling Aussie. He shows his canine teeth as he smile. You return the gesture while sighing softly, "Alright, thank you, Sir."
"Just Sniper. It feels weird when ya call me like that…"
Somehow almost everyone have been asking you not to address them with 'Sir', "Aye, Sniper."
Sniper chuckles at your response. He throws another stroke to your hair. Your hair is smooth to his rough hand and he actually likes the feeling of it, although he won't admit it.
"Then, I'll be going now. I'm looking forward to our co-operation on the battlefield later. See you later, Sniper!" waving your hand at the older man, you exit the bathroom, leaving him behind.
Sniper stares at the closed door for a moment. He moves to look at the mirror, eyes boring to his reflection, "Hypnotizing huh…?"