He didn't know how long he lied there staring at his ceiling. He remembered going through his routine of going to bed at the same time he did everyday, setting his clothes in the same folded pattern, in the same place, at the same angle. He shined his boots and weapons in his underwear before cleaning up and settling on the piece of foam Mann Co. called a mattress.
Normally he would just shut his eyes and block out the world and let his drowsiness claim him but recently his dreams and thoughts have been filled with unwanted images. In his waking hours the 'war' on the enemy Demoman taunted and teased him while in his sleep the images of him being denied access to the american military ridiculed him.
Soldier had rolled over in hopes of ignoring everything but it didn't last very long. The long awkward plane ride over into Europe and the endless hunt for men he didn't know where exactly to look for or how to properly identify. All he knew was that they needed to be dead for the good of his country. For the good of the world.
He flopped onto his stomach, his eyes narrowed from sleep deprivation catching his bedside clock that flashed 'two fifteen' at him. No one had to know that he wasn't a part of the military. He had blended in well enough but one man going about without a squad had been sketchy at best and eventually he had been turned in. Flown back to America against his will. By that time he had found out that the war had ended and that there were no more troops in the area he had been taking refuge in. It seemed he had stuck out like a sore thumb.
He had told them of all the great things he had done for their cause and asked if they would deem him worthy for real active duty then. They had not. They told him to stop goofing around and leave the real fighting to the professionals. Told him to go home and get a job. To make something of himself. Soldier flopped back onto his back with an irritated huff.
A timid knock on his door distracted him and he looked over at it, staring at the doorknob as if expecting it to be blasted off the door and shoved down his throat by gravity. It didn't move and so he got up and carefully unlocked his door, peeping out into the always bright hallway.
At first he couldn't see anything as his pupils dilated but soon enough Medic spawned into his vision through the white fog. He was in a pair of white boxers with a red medical cross pattern on them and an equally white shirt that vaguely looked like a lifeguard tee. Over all that was his normal lab coat, coattails and all.
"I didn't realize we were having a sleepover, Doc." Soldier grunted, eyeing the man down.
Medic hissed quietly to himself. "I was just wondering if you wanted to talk."
"Talk." Soldier leaned against his doorframe slowly.
Medic shifted his weight. "About anything."
He looked the doctor in the eye. "At two in the morning."
"I am a very open man, Herr Soldat. You know this." Medic chewed at his bottom lip while Soldier stared him down before the man quirked a little smirk and opened the door wide enough for Medic to slip passed. "I would have figured you to be asleep." His own eyes squinted as he adjusted to the sudden darkness.
Soldier took a little longer than normal to reply as he shut and locked the door again. "You too, Doc."
"Ah," Medic shifted before pausing in his walking, eyes not fully adjusted and his mind unfamiliar with the room. "Yes. Well. I was up doing some paperwork and I figured a chat would put my mind at ease better than waiting for it to calm down on it's own."
"Right." Soldier walked about his room like the light was on and sat on the edge of his bed, pausing a small moment before standing back up and escorting Medic to his bed as well to sit.
Medic thanked him for the guiding and sighed. There was a long pause of silence as the two just sat there; Soldier picked idly at the cotton undershirt he was wearing and Medic looked about the room as his eyes finally adjusted.
"I remember," Medic finally spoke, chuckling softly to himself. "When I first started pocketing you." He caught Soldier lifting his head up through the darkness in his peripheral. "Do you remember?"
Soldier stared at the far wall, thinking back. "I thought you were a Spy and spent the entire day smacking you with Shovel." he rubbed at his chin. It hadn't been a terribly bad day in his opinion. Although Medic did shoot him full of syringes after a few hours of the beating and he passed out shortly after.
"Herr Heavy had been so mad." Medic chuckled a little darker than needed for general amusement. "He had thought I had gone fully mad. Who would follow around the Soldier, he will just rocket jump away." Medic shook his head, smiling. "It is good for me then that you are bad at that. The jumping."
Soldier scratched at his scalp briefly before looking at Medic's face, eyes unable to really find Medic's own in the dark. "I just don't do it often because it wastes ammo." Plus the embarrassment of him messing up the jumps was too much for one man to bear in a day but no one needed to know that.
"It is all right all the same, Herr Soldat." Medic mused, placing a hand on the other man's leg in a form of comfort. "I personally do not like the jumps anyway. I get so confused when you do them and then those pesky Scouts come and mess everything up for us."
Soldier grinned. "Those little momma's boys don't ever know what hit them until their dead."
Medic boldly scooted closer to lean up against Soldier's side. "You kill them so majestically. It rains body parts like a special celebration just for us."
Soldier chuckled. "If I didn't put on a show you'd get bored of me and go back to the husky Ruskie." A fear always gripped him that Medic would do that but he never told a soul.
Medic smirked teasingly. "Nein Herr Soldat, I would just go and heal the Sniper. I'm sure he would put my ubercharge to excellent use." The way the man jerked and stiffened under him made Medic laugh but when he didn't relax Medic patted him on the shoulder. "Oh don't be such a baby. You know I wouldn't do that."
"If I catch you even looking at him I'll-" Soldier started but Medic placed a quick kiss to his lips and quieted him instantly.
"It is late." Medic soothed, petting his shoulder slowly. "We must rest for the morning." He was starting to get drowsy and didn't know how long he could stay on his feet.
Soldier started to protest but Medic shushed him and told him to lay down. The man stared at the other before slowly moving to rest fully on the bed, assuming the position he had before Medic knocked on his door.
"You always sleep like that?" Medic asked and got a stare back in return. He sighed. "Of course you do. Why am I even surprised."
"I don't question your tactics, Sally." Soldier huffed and Medic shook his head.
"Not off the battlefield anyway." The doctor muttered and turned to leave when a hand grabbed his wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?" Soldier demanded and Medic frowned.
"I am going back to my quarters to sleep. I am tired."
Soldier shook his head. "We're in lockdown. No leaving until morning."
Medic studied Soldier with a critical eye before slowly smiling. "Alright. I think I can live with the teasing that will come from the others when I leave here early."
Soldier tugged him down to rest beside him after scooting to the edge of the bed for more room for Medic and after he deposited his glasses on the bedside table, the two squirmed about to get comfortable on the small mattress. The blanket was thrown over them both eventually and Medic settled for resting on his side, both of his legs possessively wrapped around on of Soldier's own legs. Soldier rested on his stomach, arm draped over the doctor's side, fingers lightly teasing at the waistband of those boxers idly.
"Interesting taste in sleepwear you got here, pumpkin." Soldier mused after a minute of silence against Medic's neck.
"The next sound out of you better be deep breathing, Herr Soldat." Medic warned but yelped when his waistband was snapped against his flesh. He went to squirm away but Soldier kept his hand firm on his stomach and held him in place, snickering all the while.
"Dummkopf." Medic snarked back at him with a smile
"'Night to you too, sweetheart."