''Hey! Hey, Russ! Wait!'' I huffed while trying to breathe.
This was worse than I had imagined.
''Damn, your legs are just shitty'' Russel complained with a smile, teasing.
''Shut up'' I huffed again, knowing my legs couldn't handle more running right now.
''You wanna go back?''
I nodded softly, ''yeah, but just finish here… I'll meet ya' back in the base then''
I smiled, knowing that he would be happy enough with that answer. Someone had to do the patrol after all.
''Deal'' he grinned and we spontaneously fist bumped.
''Kinda haven't done that in a while'' I grinned back at him.
''Can't say I have either'' he added before we did it again but now it was planned.
''C'ya'' I hummed while giving him a quick kiss before jogging back to the base.
''Oh, wait, Russ?'' I yelled while turning around and watching as he did the same.
''Don't tilt again'' I grinned while watching how he wrinkled his nose and grumbled something rather loud.
I let out a small laugh before jogging again. But I never really got that far before something made me stumble in the sand. A gunshot.
''Russ?'' I screamed while getting back up and running as fast as I could in the direction.
Another gunshot made me scream his name again. The pain in my legs slowed me down but it wasn't a problem when I noticed how it suddenly went down. I let myself slide down the hill side.
''You fucking faggot! Get off me!'' Russel yelled in anger as he lay face down in the sand, trying to reach his scattergun.
My mouth went dry as I noticed who was sitting on top of him.
''C-Ciel?'' I choked out and couldn't help but smile. The BLU spy blew smoke out from the corner of the mouth,
''Aaaah… Cyan, ma petite scout…''
''Cyan! Cyan! Get this bitch off me!'' Russel groaned rather furiously from the ground.
''Ciel, play nice'' I sighed and smiled bigger when he complained in French while getting up.
Russel frowned annoyed and quickly wiped the sand sticking on his face away. He got up, grabbed his scattergun and moved, so he stood next to me.
''You know this bitch?'' he groaned while he started dusting his shirt off.
''Yeah, he's the BLU spy, of course I know him'' I smiled while dusting sand of his shoulders before looking around.
''Ciel? Is Patrick with you?''
''Hmm… The bushman should be around here somewhere…'' Ciel hummed while studying me and I returned the look.
His French accent wasn't very strong at all. Even though he never spoke much about himself, I knew he was around 30 and had lived in America since he was 10. I liked him. His habit of studying people was quite handy for him. He always knew when something was wrong and he would sometimes listen to ones problem. Well, if he was in the mood.
''I didn't think you were alive'' Ciel commented while he took a long drag from his cigarette.
''My ass, like you already haven't replaced her, fuck face'' Russel grumbled and leaning his head a little back, looking arrogant and as smartass as he could.
''Never said anything about that, boy… I merely commented on my and the rest of my team beliefs'' Ciel spoke calmly and rather uninterested.
''God save the queen, The Sheila I saw was no ghost'' a chuckle from behind made me turn my head and my smile grew.
Patrick, the BLU sniper, grinned at me and adjusted his yellow aviators.
''Not yet'' I grinned back.
''Cyan, if my eyes do not deceive me, I believe that you're wearing the wrong color'' Ciel hummed while walked closer to me but stopped when Russel moved in front of me, ready with his scattergun.
''One more step, fuck face, and I'll trash ya' face'' Russel growled and Patrick lowered his aviators,
''All right mate, that Sheila is our scout and we gotta take her back, got it?'' his voice was rarely that serious, back it didn't seem to do anything to Russel.
''Fuck of you old fag, she ain't going nowhere'' Russel growled again. I grabbed his shoulder gently while giving Ciel and Patrick a quick nod.
''Russ, stop it… You know I gotta go back, I mean, I'm not a RED…'' I whispered and watched how his eyes turned softer, but disappointed,
''What the hell! I don't wanna fight you… or leave you with those fags'' he whispered back, still having anger in his voice.
''Russ… C'here…'' I whispered before pulling him closer and giving him a long and gentle kiss.
''I really don't wanna leave you, but we can't continiue like this! Hell, if the others found out what kind of stunt you and Engie pulled… I don't wanna think about the consequences'' I whispered with agony in my voice and I could see how it hit him.
''Bullshit…'' he murmured annoyed but he knew I was right.
''Look, I'll figure something out okay? And if we see each others on the battle field, let's just ignore each others…'' I whispered again before giving him a quick kiss.
Patrick coughed behind Russel. For a Sniper, he really wasn't a patient man.
''Yeah… Cool…'' Russel murmured while looking down. I let my fingers raise his chin with a small smile, ''Hey, don't be such a queer'' my smile turned into a grin when he grunted.
''I'll see ya''' I smiled while I gave his hand a quick squeeze with both mine.
''Yes yes, let's get moving, we don't have all day, Cyan'' Patrick sighed again when Russel muttered something beneath his breath and pulled me close.
''I never told you this but… I… fucking hell, I l-… I, well… I think I-'' I interrupted him by giving him a quick kiss,
''I know… and you know I feel the same way'' I smiled before moving over to Patrick, who was tapping his fingers rather impatiently against his arm.
''Cyan, wait!'' Russel yelled after me and quickly caught up. I smiled when I realized what he was going to do. After a quick fist bump, he gave me a nod before turning back and running back to the base.
''Cyan…'' Patrick's voice startled me, ''get moving'' he grumbled annoyed. I stood there for a few seconds before I did as I was told.