"Uh, doc?" Sniper puts a hand on the composed Medic's shoulder.
Medic quickly removes his grin and coughs to clear his throat. "Herr Sniper." Medic addresses as he turn around to face the taller man. Medic's eyebrow raises as he stares into Sniper's eyes.
"A call came in for you..."
Medic's eyes narrow as he tries to understand Sniper's sudden emotion change.
"Who was it?" Medic tilts his head slightly as he straightens his back even more.
Sniper rubs the back of his neck, obviously uncomfortable. He motions for the doctor to follow him to the only phone booth they have. It takes them a couple of minutes before they make it to the exit on the other side of the building. They open the rusty metal door and the sun immediately greets them with blinding rays. Medic hisses, and he covers his eyes to look at Sniper. Then, he looks at the telephone receiver and sees it laying on the top of the little booth that is bolted into the building. Medic takes a step forward and reaches for the receiver. He holds it in hand, then glares at Sniper with the sun in his eyes.
"What am I to expect when I put this phone against my ear?"
"Your wife..."
"M-Medic, stop." Elise backs up until her back is flat against the wall.
Spy plasters a sinister smile onto his face, flashing Medic's pearly whites. "Mein fräulein," he purrs. "I've been here for far too long... My contact with a woman is rare. Since you've come here, I've been having troubles controlling myself." Medic's body casts a shadow on Elise's. His disguise doesn't falter once.
Elise's eyes show a mix of love and fear. Was it love? Elise's emotions were getting in front of her, and they were clashing and banging, confusing the hell out of her. "Don't do this, Medic."
Spy lifts his hand to caress Elise's face. He hooks a thumb under her mask, and instinctively Elise holds onto his wrist.
"No," she said.
Spy holds her wrist with Medic's other hand and crushes as hard as he can. Elise gasps and lets go to prevent any further damage to her wrist. She looks up into his eyes, her mouth opening. Spy narrows his eyes and crashes Medic's lips onto hers. Elise wasn't expecting it and gasps once more. Spy takes this chance to shoot his tongue into her mouth. She screams, but it's muffled by Medic's mouth. For a second, Spy pulls away to see the look of fear on her face, then, he pulls hard on the mask. So hard, that her head snaps back along with the mask. She screams and tries to push Medic away from her, her face scrunching in utter determination. But Spy widens his stance to trap her, and wrap the arm without the mask around her waist, pulling her tightly to him.
"Yes," he hisses. He stares down at the new Spy; scared and exposed. Her skin is pale, her hair in a tail. Spy takes hold of the elastic holding it, and rips it out, pulling some strands of hairs along with it.
"Okay, that's enough!" Elise raises her knee and hits her target. The soft, yet hard flesh crunches under the fabric of Medic's trousers. "I won't accept this behaviour Medic!"
Spy hunches over, but with strength, he straightens up and raises his arm. Medic's hand floats through the air until it makes contact with Elise's cheek. The slap that sounds from Medic's back hand and Elise's cheek echoes through the small room. Elise bends down and holds her cheek in pain. Sniffling starts to fill the room as Elise starts to tremble. Spy sighs and takes a handful of her hair, pulling her up to his eye level.
"I don't care what you think, you stupid bitch!" Medic's teeth clench as he looks up and down Elise's body. "Such a fine young woman you are, ja? It is such an honour to be handed such a temple. But, oh, how I would love to break it down. To rock it until it crumbles..."
Medic's hips grind against Elise's. He takes this chance of weakness to search her pockets. He removes the revolver, butterfly knife, and watch.
"Would you like that? Would you like me to make you crumble? Have you begging for more?"
"Get out... I don't want it! I don't want any of it!" Elise shouts with tears threatening to fall. "I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch!"
"Do it." Spy says in Medic's voice. "Let me see your worst."
Elise breaths heavily as her eyes give in. Tears stream down as her knees start to weaken. Spy takes the knife and flips it expertly in Medic's hands, taking the sharp edge and dragging it down the length of Elise's upper body. The fine clothing drops to the floor. He stares down between her breasts and breaths heavily as well.
"Mmm," he moans. "Indeed, a beautiful temple..."
His lips trail little butterfly kisses on her jawline, making their way down to her neck, and then to a spot where Elise can't help but moan. He drops the butterfly knife and then places the hand on her hip.
Spy picks her up and throws her on the bed. Elise tries to get up, but with a large boot, Spy holds her down with Medic's foot on her stomach. His foot is replaced with a hand that trails all the way up to the tie around her neck. He unties it and leaves her there, exposed to him. He goes down onto the bed on his knees.
"You want it."
"No... no, I don't want it."
"Tell me the truth, Elise..." Spy's heart is suddenly saddened, but he doesn't show it. "Tell me you want it, and I'll go easy on you."
"I fucking hate you Medic! Get the fuck away from me!" Elise kicks Spy in the stomach, making him lose balance and he ends up on the floor. Elise takes this chance and pouncing onto the Medic who is actually the RED Spy, and starts throwing impressively hard punches. "Get out! Get out! Get out!" she repeats.
Spy defends himself and grabs onto her waist, flipping their positions with him now on top. His hands automatically go onto her neck, squeezing tightly. Elise's hand searches the floor, and eventually, her gloved hand grooves over metal. She takes the handles and holds them tightly, swinging for Medic.
Spy can see the glint of the metal and releases her, jumping up before she digs the knife into the ground. She stays in the position, her face going red.
"Get out of here! I HATE YOU!"
Spy gets up and dusts off Medic's clothes, a smile forming on his face. "I never liked you to begin with," he says, his tongue spitting out acid.
Spy unlocks the door and slams it shut from the other side. He closes the space between the door and his face, putting his ear against the door to hear Elise's crying.
"How could I have been so naïve?" Spy hears her say. His smile widens as he returns back to his normal form.
"Beautiful," he whispers to himself.
He reaches into his pocket and takes out his key and a cigarette. He lights the cigarette up and strides across the hall into his room. He unlocks the door, does his regular Spy check, and then jumps into the bed, sighing with knowledge of what's to come.
"Hello?" Medic talks into the phone as soon as Sniper disappears back into the base.
"Darling," his wife says on the other line with a purr.
"Liebling," he says with a snarl. He transitions to his native tongue. "What is the problem?"
His wife laughs and mutters something. Medic assumes it's to her lover. "Is it so wrong for a wife to see how her husband is doing?"
It always confused him. Medic never understood why his wife wanted so bad to be like an American. The way she acted was very crude and absurd to him, the way she talked was very unusual, and also, it seemed she never liked speaking German. It was always, American this, American that. Everything to his wife had to be something other than her natural culture.
Medic rolls his eyes and pulls his head away for a moment to mute his growl. Then, he responds.
"Of course not." Medic says harshly in his language. "Liebling, I am a very busy man, and I don't have time to talk."
"A husband that doesn't have time for his wife, is not what a husband should be."
"What do you want?"
"A divorce, is what I want," she says suddenly.
From what Medic has been feeling and saying to Elise, he expected to feel absolutely overjoyed.
"Is that so?"
"I've already arranged for all of that. You better thank me later to save you from all that paperwork."
Silence.
"Are you listening to me?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Never come back home. I'm sorry to say this, but you've already been replaced, Fredrick."
"Don't call me by my first name."
"I'm sorry, Fredrick. I love-"
"Don't even finish that sentence, you whore. I already knew this all along. You didn't have to pretend, you unfaithful liar. I can't stand to be rude, so I hope the best for the two of you..."
"Fredrick, don't be so closed up. You never were open with me."
"You want me to be open?" Medic starts to warm up from not only the heat, but from fear and anger. "Fine! I hope that man you are with gets run over on the road. I just wish I could strangle you until you turn blue. I want to burn down the house I bought for us. I want to die! You've hurt me so!"
"Thank you," he can hear his wife smile.
How could she smile at a time like this? They were separating after being together for so long. But the more important question on Medic's mind, is why was he feeling this way? His wife never truly loved him, and the same went for him; they didn't have anything in common. Maybe, whatever it was he thought they had, was just a fling. She was beautiful, and he was handsome. Maybe, for the social reputation of both, they should get together. It would be socially accepted by all. They would be admired. But was that really what they wanted? Of course not. Medic just feared of socially awkward life because of his mental curiosity of the human body. His wife, on the other hand, wanted more than she already had.
"Do what you want. You are now free to do as you wish. Goodbye..."
He doesn't hear his wife respond, and he knows she already hung up. He pulls the receiver away from his face to stare at it. He puts it back on his face, calling out her name over and over. He leans forward and bangs his head repeatedly on the booth. His hand lifts and tightly holds onto the top of the metal box.
It was falling, breaking, crumbling. His heart was starting to constrict, but he didn't do anything to stop it. He wanted this. He wanted to feel the pain. His curiosity of the human body always got the best of him. He wanted to feel the pain. Feel something he's never felt for a long time.
It was falling, breaking, crumbling. That's it. It's over...
His disguise was fading.
"Don't go..."