#and plan on making an engineer and maybe sniper one too

[transgender-catboy]

my medic protoshark is a bit of a fanboy

[earthearthearththearth]

💞TF2 First Date Headcanons💞

This is my first time writing them! God this took so fucking long anyway

⚾Scout- To be honest, if he’s not that much into you (and even if he is), he probably wants to fuck on the first date. Or at least he thinks he wants to, but doesn’t make that much of a move. I think that the first date consists of intense planning that more than likely doesn’t work out. Maybe you guys just grab food or go to a game or something. He’s a baseball guy. He definitely seems like one too. A lot of the date is him talking to you, maybe you get a word in. Give the guy a break, he’s excited. His ideal date I think would be something active, or a place where you guys can talk and be loud. Think concerts. Although I don’t think he would go to those often. For some reason I can see him liking the zoo. At the end of the date, he might ask you to hang around. Just to have your company and have something like a little sleepover. 

🗡Spy- Oh it is fancy. It is fancy and it is elaborate. You are stunning, gorgeous, dashing, beautiful, a sight to behold, all of the above. He says this to you. He’s all about first impressions, and second ones. And third and fourths. Eventually you get through and he’s a little more normal, if that’s what you wanna say. But that’s a different post. I don’t know whether he would take you somewhere or think of something himself, but I think he would take you somewhere real fancy. The base is too hectic for a real date in his eyes. You probably don’t care. The date is small talk and classic. He pays, you feel a little bad. I imagine this isn’t something you’re used to. You’re definitely  going home with this guy, though. 

🦘Sniper-I imagine this guy is the type of person to teach his s/o, maybe everyone, to shoot a gun. So that’s what you do. It’s you two alone in the desert, shooting cans, shooting other shit, maybe you light a fire at some point when it gets dark. I like to think that despite him being very outdoorsy and Like That, he doesn’t mind staying in for his s/o. So maybe you guys cook something up in the camper. I don’t think you stick around in the camper in the middle of nowhere with a guy you just had a first date with. Or maybe you do! Cause like, how do you expect to get home?

🛠Engineer-You know that scene in the Barbie movie where Ken sings at Barbie and plays his guitar at the fire? You do now. That’s the date, but a lot less awkward. You and Engie’s date is a big ol’ bondfire and some guitar strumming. If you’re interested, he’ll show you the stuff he made. If you guys decide to cook over this fire, don’t be surprised if it gets interrupted with a few of the other guys. Or just Pyro. Definitely Pyro. He doesn’t mind too much, and hopefully neither do you. The date is sweet, and if you know how to play a guitar, then he’ll definitely let you take a crack at it. Good or bad, he’s kind of smitten. Most of the night consists of just sharing stories and enjoying each other’s presence, at some points you forget it’s a date. It just feels like a night out with a friend.

💣Demoman-Look me in the eyes and tell me what YOU think. Kidding. Kind of. Drinking will be involved at some point, but if you’re not up for a bar and getting shitfaced then WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING READING DEMOMAN’S SECTION? Kidding. His ideal first date is very mellow, surprisingly. Cooking together, showing you around. It’s been a white since I’ve been in the fandom, but he strikes me as kind of a book worm. Maybe it’s the hat. That motherfucker definitely read Moby Dick once or twice. Anyway, I think he likes to dance with his s/o! Very much just some slowdancing in the middle of a living room or kitchen or something. Maybe not the kitchen because people go in there. But if you don’t care then neither does he. To reference some book I read, he’s more than the [growing] alcoholic you took him for…he’s also a friend. I haven’t read the comics either in a while, but he’s a funny guy I know that. 

🔥Pyro-Yeah so there’s fire involved. What do I even tell you man. There’s fire and they tell you a lot of things, none of which you really understand, but it results in you guys drawing together too. Their drawings are pretty graphic, so you say fuck it. Now you both are sharing the red crayon. After this, you throw them into a large fire that you two lit. It used to be a tree. You have to admit it’s pretty beautiful. Especially when the sky turns dark, and not just from smoke. Maybe this guy does know what he’s doing. If it’s not a tree that’s caught on fire, then you too mosey on over to Engineer’s previously mentioned fire. Don’t think about it too hard. 

💉Medic-If it’s not canon, I imagine him as kind of a hermit. Maybe a major one. He’s definitely the type of guy to be working in the lab late one night. So, if you two are going to be a thing, you have to get used to said lab. Hopefully you’re not squeamish. The date is dissection. Whatever he is working on, you are too, but most things you’re not allowed to touch just yet, so you stick by the birds. He doesn’t mind for a while, but it is a date. Once this hits him, he lets you disembowel the corpse. Aw. Isn’t that sweet? You didn’t learn a thing, but the conversation and act itself was kind of fun!

🐻Heavy-A first date for him means getting to know each other. Very classic. I imagine, however, that his idea of getting to know each other means meeting the family. We all know he’s a family man, so you’re gonna meet them all. Haha funny reference. Anyway, you might fight a bear. Stories are shared, it’s a lot like Engineer’s date in that regard. You two have fun though. If you’re not up to meeting an entire family, though, that’s reasonable. He likes books. You probably do too. So you guys can read. Nothing like sharing other people’s stories

🦅Soldier- Oh you thought this was going to be nice. This was going to be nice and normal like the rest of them. Listen pal. Buddy. Chum. This is a first date. Nudity is involved, maybe not your own nudity, but someone’s definitely naked. I want to say you’re naked and covered in honey, but someone else did that two years ago. So like, maybe fight a bear man, snap a few necks. Make this man proud with the sweet sound of freedom (freedom to snap necks). 

👓Miss Pauling-Goodluck. She gets one day off a year, and she is not spending it on another first date. If you’re going on a date with her, you’re probably already together. It’s not your fault! Her schedule is shit. A date with her is most likely going to be staying in, ordering takeout, and watching some shows. She probably loves you if she’s spending her day off with you, but she’s not exactly the most energetic considering her job. 

[evil8keta]

Mercs with a reader (PLATONIC)

who’s personality is kinda like invader zim? Not exactly like him, but just has that loud, crazy, demeanor?

HELL YEA! I LOVE CRAZY PPL

mercs with a loud and energetic reader

SCOUT

- i'm gonna be honest, scout was probably scared of you at first lol. he thought you're actually insane, but i think over time he would kinda grow a liking for you? so congratulations, you're now his prank buddy. actually, you're pretty much his buddy for any and all stupid shit that scout wants to do

SOLDIER

- oh he LOVES you!! i mean you're kinda like a mini version of him, so from the moment he saw you he pretends he's your dad or something. you two often yell at eachother and soldier is very proud of you and loves your enthusiasm, he thinks you're a fighter. this man does a lot of stupid and dangerous shit with you and hypes you up 24/7. you two are a powerful duo

PYRO

- now, pyro can be a bit immature, but i don't think the're the type to be very loud and eccentric like you. because of this pyro was also probably a bit scared of you at first (having pyro scared of someone is quite an accomplishment might i add). but over time pyro will most likely get used to you. i mean it's not like you're an evil threat or something you're just loud and off the walls lol. you two do get up to a lot of silly shenanigans together

HEAVY

- ughhh...so loud. heavy doesn't like very loud people, but he will tolerate you. eventually he kinda grows a soft spot for you, idk why. maybe he just likes weird crazy people like that (looks at medic). anyway, heavy actually really enjoys having you around despite your high energy. unfortunately for you, he can be a killjoy. he will often talk you out of new fun things that you wanna try if he finds them too dangerous. or he straight up just man handles you and throws you over his shoulder to make sure you dont do anything stupid. anyway he loves you, you're like a little chihuahua to him

DEMOMAN

- oh you two are very similar so i think you'll get along very well. i'm talking buddies in crime, constantly getting up to weird and crazy plans that may or may not result in a few broken limbs or mental trauma (not for you two, but for those watching you). you both literally share one braincell. also he kinda views you as his younger sibling

ENGINEER

- for someone as laidback as engie, he surprisingly doesn't mind people with high energy. he actually thinks you're pretty silly and enjoys watching you do crazy shit cause it's kind of charming to him?? he's just happy to see you have fun. the only thing that he's a bit scared of is letting you in his workshop... like yeah, he trusts you! just.. maybe not THAT much..

MEDIC

- omg he loooves your high energy. you guys can be unhinged together all the time, he definitely hypes you up. however, sometimes he needs his calm moments so he can focus on his work. don't take it personally but he might lock you out his lab so you don't disturb him. but other than that you can bet he pulls you into a lot of crazy shit, even sharing all his strange medical plans and findings with you

SPY

- TOO LOUD TOO LOUD! sorry buddy spy will avoid you like the plague. he does think you're fun to watch but only from a distance. he's got enough maniacs on the team already y'know? it's not that he dislikes you but whenever you try to engage with him he acts irritated and just tries to escape you. get his ass

SNIPER

- same with spy, too loud. you know sniper, he's a quiet guy who keeps to himself and overall prefers silence. he does think you're cool and funny though and even joins in on your crazy shenanigans from time to time. as long as you don't yell his ear off he will definitely like you

[justyoursicanon]

And here I thought we were different (Only to find out I was wrong)

Summary: A list of times where Spy caught a few details about Scout that makes him realize that maybe he and Scout aren't so different after all.

(A/N: Hi yea so this is based off this headcanon list by @spaghettifromthevoid and hey I thought why not make a oneshot..A very, very long one..) (And @that1randomnamename also wanted to be tagged in this too :])

Translations (Using google translate): cher ingénieur - dear engineer mon lapin - my rabbit

If Spy were to tell the truth for once, it would most likely be about the times he was genuinely shocked by Scout.

There was never a time that Spy would ever have a different reaction to the Scout, it would always be between anger, disgust, or some other default expression he would show to the runner. But after that one celebration on a Friday evening, Spy unfortunately had to rephrase that.

To start off the time, it was mostly cheerful. The team had taken another victory over the BLUs after a rather difficult battle of capture the flag. In short, the BLUs decided to actually make and use a decent plan for once. But as usual, they failed.

With that victory still fresh after everyone returned to the base, they did the usual and celebrated. Heading into the truck that afternoon and driving to the Tuefort to celebrate at the local bar. Or just the one they haven't gotten kicked out yet.

A few drinks into their stay, some of them got a bit tipsy. Engineer was chuckling from time to time between sips of his 6th beer, Soldier was shouting even louder then usual, leading in for Demo to calm him down a bit since he was used to both his and his own drunken state, and surprisingly, Medic who was also giggling a bit as he drank beside Heavy.

But as for someone like Spy, he only sat in a corner of the bar, watching everything from an unusual spot. Drinking away on his own beverage, the bars most expensive alcohol they had at the time. In Spy's opinion, it was shit.

Then, the night got a bit interesting.

Scout was chatting away with Sniper and Pyro, the arsonist nodding their head from side to side leaving everyone clueless if they were even listening to the Scout. And the Sniper, who had only gotten to his 3rd beer of the night due to taking small sips as he nodded along with whatever Scout was talking about.

Now, at times like these, Spy wouldn't give a single shit about whatever his son was talking about. He always thought the boy's interests were... Uninteresting, useless, annoying. But as he dropped his attention to him for a few minutes, his interest had shifted.

He knew Scout was always one for mocking, for fun and games, to be annoying and get whatever attention he could get from time to time. And he would succeed. He always would, especially with those horrible fake accents and statement of mockery the Scout had thrown onto him on the usual.

But this time, the same mocking mannerism he did was different. And this, was what led Spy to think about his opinions on his son. Just a little.

"Man you don't even freakin' know how annoying it was on that one contract I did with Spy! It was somewhere in uh, think it was New Jersey or somethin' and Spy would not get off my ass when I decided to dress up in some normal clothes for once! Like geez man let me wear my polo after working in a literal desert for 4 years!" He heard the Scout rant, a volume that only pitched up slightly as most of the chaos from the other mercenaries died down.

He saw the Sniper nod along as the runner continued. "My polo wasn't even bad! I mean sure it was blue, but we were in New Jersey for crying out loud! He was the one wearing a freakin' red suit and a dollar store ski mask!"

Spy rolled his eyes as the Sniper chuckled and agreed with the Scout.

Then, the next scene had caught him off guard.

He watched as Scout shifted his position on the stool to sit straighter and crossed his legs, only both his elbows leaning on the top of the long table, and he grabbed the straw that was in his BONK! can, and placed the tip of one of the ends of the straw in his mouth. As if it was a lit cigarette.

And for a slight moment, Scout was in a perfect position that Spy would have definitely been in. And Spy had to take a large sip of his drink to calm himself down.

Oh but it didn't stop there.

"Scout you imbecile, Go change out of that ridiculous outfit! Put your hat back on. At least it's something that wouldn't blow our entire cover." The Scout imitated Spy's accent. It was close in a horrifying way. Well, it wasn't perfect of course, but it was close.

Too close.

But it became closer when he watched as Scout continued his actions as he spoke.

The way Scout leaned back a bit as if he was straightening his back,

the straw moving slightly in his mouth as if he was adjusting the taste of tobacco,

and the way his grip-taped hands and crumpled a bit of his shirt in his hands and tug down a bit like he was adjusting a suit.

It was all something Spy had done. And Scout imitated it perfectly.

His whole body froze, the grip on his almost finished glass tightening ever so slightly. He didn't even acknowledge Scout dropping the act to laugh, even with Sniper laughing along with him rather loudly.

But, as soon as they got back to base. He pushed it aside.

It was just a coincidence.

They've stayed together longer in contracts and battles then usual.

But it didn't mean anything, it wasn't a big deal.

Scout is Scout, not the small Jeremy he had in his arms when he was wrapped in a cloth.

Not the Jeremy that wrapped his tiny fingers on Spy's gloved finger.

Jeremy is his son. Scout isn't.

But of course, something decided to prove him wrong.

--

Spy sighed again as he threw another worn out cigarette in his filled tray. One hand taking out his small kit from his suit, while the other continued to hold his small deck of cards.

Skillful fingers casually open the kit in one hand and he plucked out another cigarette, his index and middle finger holding the cigarette while the rest of his fingers put his kit back in his suit.

He inches the tip of the cig towards Sniper, who was observing his own deck carefully.

"Light," He asks, and Sniper grabs the lighter beside the other deck of cards on a spot on the table and quickly lights his cigarette. Spy nodding a thanks.

Both men were intensely focused on their game, Spy could obviously feel those short glares that the marksman would shoot him with. Even though Spy's eyes were glued onto his own deck.

As Spy thought, mentally picking and thinking what his next move is, he could hear every sound around them.

He could hear the tv in the other room playing, the sound of Soldier and Demo's distant laughter coming along. The sound of machinery and sparks flying in another room towards Engineer's workshop. And even the hysterical faint laughter of the Medic in his infirmary.

He moves the cigarette in his mouth, and adjusts the placement of cards in his hands-

"Hey guys have you seen Pyro?-"

"Bloody hell!"

All 3 of them suddenly jump from the sudden noises. Sniper letting out a shout as he backed up in his chair slightly with a loud screech of the chair leg scratching harshly on the floor.

Spy standing up in a flash with his cards falling on the table and his butterfly knife open and faced at the other voice.

And Scout jumping back with a yelp as he takes a few steps back. "Geez man put the knife down! Didn't mean to scare you guys this time, I swear!" Scout defended, his hands still up in the air as he turns his face away from the blade.

Spy lets out a few heavy breaths, while Sniper slightly chuckles.

"Christ, sorry mate. Didn't hear ya one bit, ya sure ya didn't sneak up on us?" "Uh no? I was just walking up to ya as always. Kinda thought you saw me walking up behind Spy."

Sniper bumped his hat a bit to brush his hair back as he let out another raspy laugh.

"Didn't see or hear ya at all Roo. Thought you would have been using your mouth right before sneaking up on us." "I wasn't sneaking up on any of ya this time. Promise."

Spy glared at Scout for another moment, before pocketing his knife and dragging his chair back to sit on it. Retrieving his cards again.

"Pyro is in the workshop with the Engineer." He says as he rearranges his cards, and leans into his chair again.

All 3 of them stay silent for a moment, before Scout lets out a small laugh.

"Alright, thanks!" He says while waving at both of them, and turns to run to the workshop.

Sniper smiles slightly and waves back, before going back to his cards.

"Shuffle again, I saw your whole deck."

"Bugger."

--

"Evenin' Spy, mind doin' a favor for me?" Favors were normal for Spy, whether it be both for business or personal reasons. Most favors he had, and accepted, were always for business.

But this particular favor from the Engineer was... Odd..

"Depends on the favor, cher ingénieur." Spy replied, letting out a puff of smoke into the night air as the cigarette remained in his two fingers. His body continued to lean on the railings of the base porch.

"Well.. Do you mind finding where the kid is? Haven't seen him all day after uh, a bit of a difficult session with Doc."

Spy's body immediately tensed.

He whipped around, the cigarette almost falling, even if it was squeezing in the agent's grip.

"What happened?" He asked, his tone turned firm.

Concerned.

"I don't know the whole story, but what I heard from Medic was that Scout was being a bit hard and harsh on his words when he was explaining some things. Think it was something about his health and how the boy's not going easy on himself recently. But, that's all he's told me after Scout ran out of the infirmary." Spy stared at the Engineer, before sighing. The last of his cigarette's smoke flowing out of his mouth as the sigh continues.

Scout isn't taking care of himself?

"Do you have a clue on where the boy could have gone?" "Can't say I do, nor can the others. None of them have seen the boy all day."

Spy nods. He can feel the cold air of the darkening night slipping through his mask, and flowing through the rest of his garments. If he was alone, he would have shivered slightly.

"I'll look for wherever he could be." He watches as the Engineer lets out a soft sigh and smiles, gently patting the French man's shoulder. "Thanks partner, hope to see you with him once I get dinner done."

Dinner was probably going to be done in an hour and a half, maybe two full hours depending on what Engineer would be cooking, and if Soldier or Pyro end up distracting him in the process.

He'll be able to find Scout in time. How hard could finding the boy be?

It took 2 hours.

2 hours.

It was a miracle that Engineer was only finishing up his cooking, added up with Pyro and Demo fixing the dining table while waiting.

Spy didn't know how, he wanted to know how. But at the same time he couldn't give a single shit because he couldn't find where Scout was.

It was driving him insane.

Insanely worried.

He looked everywhere and anywhere. Every spot he knew Scout would stay both on and off battles, any place Scout would have gone to stay at any time.

But he just couldn't find him.

Spy was on his 10th cigarette as he harshly walked on the dried ground of New Mexico, almost yanking away the cigarette as he puffed out the smoke rather then a soothing sigh.

Where could have Scout gone to?

He was walking up to one of the sheds, a bit of a distance away from the base.

It was old, on the verge of falling to pieces, but Engineer insisted they use the old thing as storage.

He made a face of disgust as he reached the door, inching his gloved hand towards the rusted handle. Before dropping it, and ended up opening the door with a harsh kick.

And once again, with no thought of the possibility, his eyes widened as he found Scout inside.

He was sitting down in the corner of the shed, his legs and knees pressing itself to his chest as he leaned his body to a dusty cloth that was covering what Spy thought was most likely an old sentry.

His baseball cap was messily placed on his head, the front end covering his eyes as a few small strands of his hair puffed out in the back of his head.

He was asleep, Spy figured since Scout would have jumped if someone just suddenly kicked the door open to the point of literally shaking the shed.

He walked over to him, quietly kneeling down to Scout's level, and gently shook his shoulder.

The Scout muttered as he rocked his head to the other side, his hat falling to his side as he let his head hang on his shoulder.

Spy let out a quiet breath.

"Scout. Scout wake up."

Scout muttered again as the words filled the room. His body shifting slightly.

Spy shook his shoulder again, and Scout's eyes started to blink open.

"Wha.. What?-" He asked, letting out a yawn as he scratched his head, his hat falling to the ground in the process.

"We'll be late for dinner, get up. I'll be outside." Spy replied as his gaze softened when he saw him awake. He stood up, dusting off his suit, and walked outside. Standing in the night's air as he waited.

Scout came out shortly after, his dogtags clinking together as he walked past Spy, leaving the French man to roll his eyes and catch up with him on the same pace.

"What happened with the doctor?" He asked. He noticed the way Scout's pace faltered slightly, but didn't stop.

"It ain't any of your business." Scout replied, shoving his loosely taped hands in his pockets as he breathed in the cold air.

Spy opened his mouth again to reply, but then thought about it. Then closes it.

--

1:05 AM

It wasn't unusual for Spy to stay up at such late hours. He had various of reasons to why he would always find himself sitting in his smoking room, the flames in the fire place long gone hours ago, the lights closed and dim, and the rain continuing to pour outside his very windows.

He would also find himself walking down the halls of the base, and sitting in one of the chairs in the kitchen.

It became a normal habit for the man, and he wasn't the only one.

He knows Medic would often stay up late too, being a busy doctor and experimenting on anything and everything.

As well as the Engineer. Such a hardworking man trying to upgrade his precious sentries.

As his shoes barely made hearable clacks on the wooden floor, watching himself slowly walk to the kitchen like always, he hadn't expect to see anyone else in the kitchen at this late time.

But why did it have to be Scout? Why was the first thing he saw when he stepped out of the hallway and into the kitchen was that plain red shirt with its sleeves ruffled and messily pull down? Why out of all of the people in the base did it have to be Scout? He didn't know either. "Oh, uh hey pal. Can't sleep either?" Scout asked as his head finally looked up from hanging, and staring at the table that he leaned forward on.

Spy immediately noticed those tired, empty blue eyes. Why were they so dull tonight?

Spy didn't reply, only nodding once, and walking past Scout and towards the cabinets where their cups laid in.

As he poured the cold water from the pitcher, he could hear the faint deep breaths of the runner. He finished pouring and places the pitcher back in the fridge, taking the cup and leaning on the sink counter as he sips it.

The two laid in silence.

"Mon lapin, why are you awake?" Spy finally asks. Drinking the last drops of his water, before placing the cup in the sink. Once he turns back to Scout, he shrugs as his posture slouches a bit further. "Earlier in the battle, the BLU Demo was being an asshole and kept bombing the spots I always go to when I'm tryna heal." He pauses, and Spy notices his thumbs trying to fidget with each other, but soon stop. Spy suspected he was trying to fidget with his grip tape. But he wasn't wearing any at the moment.

"Every time I turned a corner to hide, just one freakin' second of standing I could hear ticking. And before I could even look, I get blown up." He finished, he leans back into his chair, head raised up to the ceiling and sighs. Both his hands coming up to rub down his face.

"I keep hearing the damn ticking in my head, it's killing me! I'm so beat down already man.." He muttered, and slouched back onto the table.

Spy hummed as he stared at his son, a few minutes passing by with silence.

Before he let a sigh, and slightly rolled his eyes.

"Follow me." He said, turning and walking down the hall again. His quiet clanks fading as he walks deeper into the hall.

Scout's head jumps immediately, and stumbles out of his seat to follow him, hissing slightly at the slight pain in his body.

Spy could hear those rough and heavy stomps on the wooden planks not too far behind him, he sighs and shakes his head, hoping he wouldn't regret this decision.

He reaches his smoking room and opens the door, leaving a crack open for Scout to follow.

He then continues to remove his suit coat and hangs it in a nearby coat rack, leaving him in his white polo while loosening his tie slightly. He could hear the door creak open as Scout enters, and he fetches his lighter in his coat pocket and walks to the fire place.

"Sit on one of the chairs, I'll be with you in a moment." He says aloud, and he could her Scout's unsure 'uhh' somewhere behind him. He grabs a few dusty-ish logs from a small corner in the room, and throws them in, flicking the lighter and setting the wood in flames.

He dusts himself off as he stood up, turning to the small table that had a gramophone, and opens the drawer below it. Slowly picking through the various of records stored inside. "Uh Spy? What exactly am I doin' in ya smoking room?" Spy didn't respond, again. He picks out a vinyl record and gently places the record down on the gramophone, and hums as it starts playing.

Scout stares at the gramophone for a moment, processing the music that was continuing to play.

It was nice. "You can stay here for the night, I considered that the music would help with this... 'Ticking.'" Spy replied, taking a seat on the other chair that was near the fire place.

He watched as Scout's expression turn from surprise, to thankful. A tired smile grows on his face as he leans in the couch to get comfortable.

"Thanks for not being an asshole for once," He hears Scout mutter. Spy rolls his eyes as he also leans in his own chair. "Night Spy.."

Spy wouldn't dare admit the small smile on his face as soon as he saw Scout finally relax and fall asleep in peace.

--

"Aye lad, mind chattin' with ya for a second?"

Spy looked over at the Demo man with a raised brow. They were a minute in before battle started, and everyone was getting ready in Resupply.

"Scout over there seems pretty eh.. Out of it today.." He says as he takes a small sip from his bottle as he nods towards Scout.

Spy follows his movement and spots the runner sitting on one of the benches, leaning on the wall as he messily balances the end of his baseball bat on the ground. Twirling it slightly.

Now his whole position wasn't out of the usual, it was more of his expression.

His face barely showed, indicated, or expressed any emotion. His blue eyes looked dull and fogged as he stared at the wall, and into nothingness.

Spy didn't even think that Scout was capable of doing a poker face.

But what got him to look away in a rush was that Scout's poker face looked almost exactly like his when he was in his youth.

His mouth in a thin straight line, eyes expressed and shown balanced between tired and wide, and his eyebrows barely twitching and basically glued to one spot.

"Scout? Scout are you alright?"

Spy watched as Medic walked over to Scout and shook his shoulder, causing the younger man to shake his head, seemingly snapping out of the expression, and turns to Medic with a more confused look. "Uh yea? What's up doc?" "You were staring at the wall when I called you the first 2 times, are you alright?"

Scout rubbed his eyes and adjusted his cap, then looked back at the doctor. "Yea, yea I'm fine. Just zoned out." He said and waved his hand, standing up as his hand gripped his metal bat as it swung and landed on his shoulder to rest there.

Medic nodded and spoke to him for a while, leaving Spy to contemplate for another few moments.

He didn't have long, before the Administrator shouted in the speakers.

"Startin' to realize he looks like you everyday, huh partner?" Engineer asked, looking over at the Spy with his goggles shining from the light as the doors lift open.

Spy only sighs out a trail of smoke as he drops the cigarette on the floor, and steps on it.

--

The End :]

[maya-tl]

Gentle Surgery got me on a chokehold ngl. Maybe Spy goes to check on Medic after he's been staying in his lab and it's past 3 am and he hasn't been seen all day.

Anyway love your works and I hope you have a good day~

The first thing Spy noticed upon walking into the dining room for breakfast—fashionably late, of course—was that Medic’s spot at the table was empty.

Scout was already trying to fight over the sausages with Soldier and possibly Sniper as well, who appeared to realise how completely outmatched he was but was still trying his hardest not to get stabbed by a stray fork. Engineer was too busy stuffing eggs into his mouth to chastise them for their table manners and everyone else was either half-asleep or actively snoring into their cereal bowls.

Spy wrinkled his nose in distaste and thumped Demoman on the back as he passed by, who spluttered and immediately started coughing up the milk he’d inhaled. Spy poured himself a steaming mug of coffee and took his seat next to Heavy, who was staring murderously at his burnt toast.

“Unpleasant morning?” Spy asked without looking, and Heavy grunted.

“Soldier patrolled last night,” he said by way of explanation, “Was loud. Did not sleep well.”

Spy hummed as he buttered his own untoasted bread and decided against making a snarky remark on how he wouldn’t have known that, since his own room was soundproof. At least it explained why everyone looked dead on their feet, and quite possibly Medic’s absence, though Spy couldn’t know for sure until he asked; Medic was usually quite punctual, in spite of the fact that he liked to spend his nights working away on his experiments and got little to no sleep.

Spy had casually questioned him about his sleeping schedule once and Medic had simply shrugged and said that there were things to be done and breakthroughs to be had, which were statistically more likely to happen during the night. When Spy had raised an eyebrow and asked him to elaborate on his sources, Medic had laughed in his face.

So Spy left Heavy to glower in peace and assumed the good doctor would show up for lunch. He ate his bread with butter and jam, added a pinch of sugar in his coffee and treated himself to a vanilla brioche from his secret stash. He made a mental reminder to bring his sapper to Engineer’s workshop later as he washed his plate and nodded to his teammates on his way out, ignoring Scout struggling to get out of the headlock Soldier had him in.

Since there were no battles scheduled that day, everyone went about relaxing in their own way, which for Spy included barricading himself in his smoking room with a good book and a fine wine. The hours passed swiftly, and Spy eventually opened the windows to air out the room and made his way to lunch.

It was Pyro’s turn on the stove, who could surprisingly cook up a storm when they weren’t messing with the settings in order to see how high the fire could burn. Spy didn’t recognise whatever they’d put on the table, but it did look appetising enough and ended up tasting delicious, if a bit too spicy for his taste.

He did notice halfway through the meal that Medic still hadn’t shown up and stated as much to Heavy, who frowned at the empty chair. He speculated that Medic might be working on something and reluctantly agreed to bring a tray of leftovers to the infirmary afterwards—Medic didn’t tolerate interruptions very well, even if they were well-intentioned.

Spy had pushed aside his concerns and decided to trust that Heavy wouldn’t let Medic starve. Everyone knew how well they got along and how much Heavy fretted over his teammates’ wellbeing—a leftover habit from looking after his sisters all his life, Spy knew.

So he ate his lunch and then went into town to help Engineer shop for weekly supplies. He himself had been planning on getting a new shoe polish and perhaps a new set of wine glasses. His old ones had dwindled in number over the last months due to his unfortunate decision to lend them to Demoman for game night, which had resulted in their being used to create what Scout had dubbed ‘the world’s shittiest champagne tower’ and ultimately shattering on impact when Soldier had drunkenly dived into them to take a ‘champagne bath’.

They hadn’t even used a decent brand of champagne for it. Needless to say Spy wouldn’t be making that mistake again.

By the time they returned and busied themselves with unloading the van, Spy had nearly forgotten about Medic’s suspicious absence. Heavy was nowhere to be seen, so Spy assumed that he’d gotten Medic to eat and decided to camp out in the infirmary for some peace and quiet, since someone was blasting the radio at full volume from somewhere inside the base. He’d picked up his sapper, thanked Engineer for his service, and returned to his smoking room to finish the book he’d started.

And then dinner came and Medic was still nowhere to be found.

“Door to infirmary was open,” Heavy said in-between bites of steak when Spy questioned him on whether he’d seen the doctor at all, “But door to lab was closed. Assumed doctor was busy, left tray with food on the table.”

Heavy had turned away to compliment Pyro on the mashed potatoes, and then Sniper had joined the conversation, and of course Scout had been chattering away the entire time, so the topic of Medic was soon dropped. Spy ate in silence, brow furrowed, and didn’t even react when the others had to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre on Soldier because he choked on a bone.

He offered to wash the dishes simply to take his mind off things, even if Engineer did stare at him like he’d grown a second head and asked him to repeat himself, and ignored the background noise of the team making up some new card game to play before bed. The rushing water brought him little comfort and the sharp scent of the dish soap stuck to his suit, which only further soured his mood. When he was done he tossed away the gloves and marched back to his room without so much as waving goodnight to everyone still hanging around in the living room.

Instead of going to sleep he adjusted his tie, strapped on his cloaking watch and slipped into Medic’s room.

The curtains were drawn, casting the room in partial shade, but the lamp on the far desk was on, shining dimly. The floor was clean and the bed was made, though the closet had been left half-open and the air was stale, indicating that no one had opened any windows in quite some time. Spy knew Medic tidied up regularly, but this went beyond that—the room looked almost unlived in, and when Spy touched the lamp on the desk he found it burning to the touch.

Spy tapped his fingers on the desk, weighing his options, and eventually reached over and turned it off. The only possible explanation for the lamp being on was that Medic had gone back to his lab in the middle of the night and hadn’t returned yet, and he’d forgotten to turn off the light in the middle of the rush. The thought made Spy tap his fingers harder the longer he waited.

Heavy wasn’t a very skilled liar and knew better than to lie to him of all people besides, so Spy had to assume that he’d indeed taken food to the infirmary and left it there when Medic hadn’t come out to greet him. But had he gone to check if the food had been touched afterwards? Had he knocked on the doors to the lab or listened for any noise that might indicate Medic was inside? Had he even thought to check for Medic in his room? On the balcony? In the gun range?

Spy came back to himself only to realise the room had gone pitch black. He checked his watch.

It was fifteen minutes past 3 am.

He didn’t even stop to close the door on his way out. The halls were silent, meaning everyone else was either asleep of holed up in their rooms, with the notable exception of Engineer whom Spy could hear welding something together as he passed his workshop. The doves startled awake when Spy barged into the infirmary and started crooning at him in displeasure, and he had no choice but to pause for a few minutes to calm them down—he hadn’t spent months earning their trust only to give them something to hold a grudge against now.

That and Medic wouldn’t approve of him upsetting his darling birds just because he was in a hurry.

The tray of food was still on the desk and completely untouched, as Spy had predicted, and the doors to the lab were not only closed, but locked from the inside. Good thing Spy was, among many other things, an expert at picking locks.

He had to shield his eyes from the fluorescent lights inside, but once his eyes got used to them he noticed that the room was more of a mess than usual. There were tools and papers scattered everywhere, drawers and cabinets left open, muddled jars of questionable contents and airtight containers that were usually carefully arranged on the shelves now in disarray. Spy stepped over a blueprint that had definitely been borrowed from Engineer and nearly slipped on a page that had likely been ripped from an old medical journal.

There was a flutter of wings next to his ear and a small weight landed on his shoulder. Spy huffed a private little laugh.

“Hello, Archimedes,” he said, reaching up to pet him before Archimedes could peck at his mask like he always did when Spy didn’t greet him right away. Archimedes crooned softly and leaned into his touch, then casually started grooming himself after Spy lowered his hand.

“Ah,” Spy said quietly as he rounded the operating table, “There he is.”

Medic was sitting next to one of the counters, gloves and coat tossed haphazardly at his feet, a stack of books by his left and a microscope to his right. His cheek was pressed against an open notebook, his glasses crooked, and he was snoring softly, fast asleep.

Spy came up to him and snapped his fingers next to his ear. When that garnered no reaction he grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him gently, then more forcefully, until Medic finally stirred. Spy watched him unstick his face from the paper and sluggishly push himself off the counter, then groan at the bright lights, pinching the bridge of his nose and further dislodging his glasses.

Spy, who had been quite prepared to deliver a scathing lecture, suddenly couldn’t muster up the vitriol.

“Busy night, doctor?” he said anyway, just to see how Medic would react.

Medic startled and squinted his way. Blinked a few times. Seemed to finally recognise that it was Spy standing in front of him, and also seemed baffled to see Archimedes staring back at him from his shoulder.

“Mhuh?” he said, eloquently.

Spy snorted, unable to stop himself. He reached out and rubbed his thumb over Medic’s cheekbone, trying very hard to ignore the way his heart fluttered when Medic, still drowsy, instinctively leaned into his touch.

“You have ink stains on your face,” Spy said.

“Mhm,” Medic replied, and instead of reaching up to wipe off said ink stains simply wrapped his hand around Spy’s wrist and leaned even further into his touch.

Spy sighed, but didn’t pull away. His questions could wait until the morning. “Come now, let’s get you to bed,” he said softly, “There will be time for your experiments another day.”

Medic grumbled something under his breath, already half-asleep again, but went willingly, letting Spy guide him around the clutter and leaning on him as they navigated the halls together. They left Archimedes with the other doves and made it to Medic’s room without incident, safe for them bumping into Engineer as he was leaving his workshop.

Engineer had nodded at Spy and Spy had nodded back, and that had been that, a silent agreement that this encounter had never happened.

Spy wiped the ink off Medic’s face with a wet handkerchief and carefully tucked him in, making sure to place his glasses safely on the nightstand. As he made to go something pulled him back down, and he saw Medic watching him through half-lidded eyes, his hand fisted into Spy’s suit jacket. Spy sighed, too tired to argue, shed his jacket and his shoes and his mask and elbowed Medic out of the way as he wiggled under the covers.

Medic pulled him in by the waist and murmured something into his hair, and Spy smiled against his skin when he made out the words.

“Danke, mein schatz.”

[boo-hoo-hooligan]

So why spy tf2 is a psychopath??

answering both asks in one! (@milowoof @wofs117)

caution, this is a long post. you can find a shortened explanation at the bottom. also the autism makes me bad at putting my thoughts into words, so this may be incomprehensible.

to the first anon, here's what happened. so i was talking to the body's dad and somehow, spy tf2 was brought into the conversation. i mentioned how he sees killing as an art and our dad went, "oh so he's a psychopath?" his reasoning was, psychopathic killers usually see what they do as an art, like spy. (example, a voiceline of his; "Six unstabbed backs: smooth, healthy, untouched by knife wounds? I do love a blank canvas!")

i honestly didn't know the answer to the question, so i searched up the definition of psychopath, and jesus fucking christ the symptoms matched so hard.

to the second anon, i'm truly sorry. i didn't realize it was insensitive of me, and thinking back, i probably should've said something different, or educated myself better.

lemme show you the proof i got. (i will say this, i am no expert, this is just what google showed and we all know google is pretty unreliable.)

SO the first symptom is gilbness ("the quality of being easily fluent, especially in a way that is thoughtless, superficial, or insincere") and superficial charm/charisma, basically meaning psychopaths can be extremely persuasive people.

tell me how this isn't spy. only valve can tell me this isn't how spy is. we all know how spy is likely a conman, and not actually as rich as he plays himself up to be. this links in with pathological lying, and how is seems like second nature for him to act as rich as he probably thinks he is. heck, even in spy gameplay you lie to the opposite team, making poor medics heal you and heavies hate you.

the second is a sadistic enjoyment of pain/suffering. (Not all psychopaths are sadistic, but this quality is not an uncommon trait in a psychopath)

spy very clearly enjoys the suffering of other people. in expiration date, he makes scout repeat the confession he said he didn't want to get out of the room. on the loudspeaker for everyone to hear. here's some voicelines i also found.

"Does it hurt when I do that? It does, doesn't it?!" (dominating a medic)

"At least you died for honor -- and my amusement!" (dominating a soldier)

"Did I throw a wrench into your plans? (laughs maniacally)" (dominating an engineer)

"Oh, please, just stay down!" (dominating a sniper)

"May I make a suggestion? Run." (duel accepted)

next is boredom and thrill-seeking behaviors.

since psychopaths lack some of the normal emotional wirings that most people have, it takes a lot more to excite/thrill them. (I WILL REPEAT THIS ONCE AGAIN I AM NO EXPERT ON THIS TOPIC.) this can lead psychopaths to engage in crime. being a psychopath would give spy a reason to be a, well, spy. he, like every other merc, enjoys the thrill of battle, but spy needs the thrill, unlike the others.

sure, in his spare time he prefers to isolate himself and stay in his smoking room, so this may not necessarily be a symptom. but haven't you noticed how he gets a lot more manic than the calm, collected spy we normally see? just saying.

fourth is a detached, cold, and callous demeanor.

this is basically spy broken down to his core personality points. after scout dies, he doesn't cry or anything. all he does is walk away, and when sniper offers the idea of burying him, all spy does is ask if he can use a shovel sniper's hiding as a weapon. not even like "oh yeah, to properly bury him and all that because i love and treasure him even though he's a whiny bitch." hell, after being SHOT IN THE KNEE AND ABOUT TO BE TORTURED BY SOME GRANDPA, he doesn't react! like damn bro i understand you're a spy, but damn.

plus, in situations when others are upset, scared, etc. a psychopath may appear apathetic, maybe even bored.

OH WAIT LOOK AT THIS

bro does NOT care.

there's a lot more stuff i noticed, but i'm way too burnt out from school for this shit. the tism fuels yet the tism tires me.

sources:

[cheemscakecat]

Missing in Action

Chapter 1: Morning

Scout is smarter than people give him credit for, and tensions are high after he confronted Spy.

TW: Angsty. Scout’s got some low self esteem.

How’d he figure it out? Scout got asked by a couple of teammates over the next few days. When he’d been dying on the floor and “Tom Jones” showed up, he thought it was real. There was a chance that Jones could be his dad, even if the odds were crap. And he was dead already because Soldier decided to kill him. It made enough sense to Jeremy that his dead dad would come to collect his soul.

But “Heaven” didn’t. Scout was too embarrassed to share what “God” told him, about him and women. It was the fact that he walked into Heaven and Tom wasn’t following him, despite coming to collect him. The fact that Jones got his neck snapped by angels when Scout got close, the fact that he was in the middle of a game and not anywhere near “Heaven’s” entrance.

And there was the fact that he hadn’t died. Medic told him that because of his size, loosing too much blood made him cat-a-tonic. Soldier n Pyro thought he died in Siberia when they went to get Heavy for the same reason. All that bleeding made him hull-you-san-ate, which explained his dumb version of Heaven. It also meant that there was no ghost coming to greet him that day. And there was only one teammate with a dopey disguise kit to pull that crap off.

Jeremy didn’t really sleep that first night back at base. He wished Spy had left him alone until they got to base, so he could chew him out private like. But then again, maybe the others needed to know so they’d be disgusted with Spy too. At least Ms. Pauling hadn’t heard it. She had enough goin on herself. He wished he’d realized what was going on with her on his own, but she had been hidin it real well. Being from Boston and having Ma calling to talk about life, he’d heard about the gays tryin to get their rights. It was good that he understood Pauling’s reasons for keepin secrets, he didn’t wanna be mad at her like he was mad at Spy.

Scout still wished he had a girlfriend. One that did like guys. His brothers drilled it into him that real men don’t hug each other when they get all teary-eyed. And that getting teary-eyed made you a weak little crybaby. The only person at home that would’ve hugged him was Ma, and sometimes she was just too busy chasin them all around. So after 20 years dealing with that, he’d drop dead before he ever went to a teammate for a hug. They mighta laughed in his face, just like his siblings. So he wished he had a girlfriend to hug him, so nobody would make fun’a him for getting comfort.

It didn’t really matter though. He was still the runt, no matter what. He hated Spy for being so **** skinny and fragile. Hated taking after him, instead of any’a the men on Ma’s side of the family. Hated the fact that loosin blood made him look dead and made him think of stupid crap. Hated being a virgin at 27, and being too dumb to identify a lesbian. Scout didn’t know what to do with himself.

**** Saxon calling him a it, like he wasn’t even a human being. At least that “Mags” lady turned Hale down; the selfish ******* deserved it.

No, Jeremy didn’t sleep that night. At breakfast, which Engineer and Heavy threw together, they gave him an extra few strips of bacon. Thankfully he got to enjoy it, since Spy didn’t bother him. Yet.

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A whole lotta planning was going on for fightin BLU as a placeholder job, using the Administrator’s leftover money hoard. Pauling figured she could find someone willing to pay teams to fight, but it might be a while. If BLU and RED ceased to be, most’a them wouldn’t have references at another merc recruitment. She had’ta find something for everyone who wanted the work.

Soldier was planning to marry Heavy’s weird sister, Sniper wasn’t doing too well, Engineer had to get used to Medic and Pyro being around, and they all had to get their things and unpack. It was gonna take a while.

Spy didn’t bother him until that third morning back. He was hovering near Scout’s room out in the hall. Great. At least he didn’t look smug and “better” n everyone when he awkwardly walked up. “Are you in the mood to talk?” Spy asked cautiously. Jeremy just stared back at him in disgust. “What do you think, *****?”

“Okay.” It bothered Scout that his old man thought he’d ever want to talk.

Two more days went by and Spy asked again, this time after dinner. And again 4 days after that, when Jeremy finally told him he’d come talk if he ever felt like it, and to quit asking. Then Spy finally left him alone.

Jeremy sold some of his Tom Jones merch, which was thankfully still mint condition in that craphole Teufort. The people there weren’t trying to hang him anymore, but he still wanted his crap moved. Just being there made his neck prickle and itch, made him remember that goon crowd salivating as he got dropped. Now that Jones had been dead for a while, true-blue collectors were scramblin to buy. Scout kept the best stuff for himself, so he could sell it when he was old as dirt and it would go for more.

It was hard to sort through that collection, but he’d rather sit in a storage unit feeling heartache than deal with Spy. Sent the money back to Ma, shipped his bedroom crap back to base. He found that bein all organized was helpful; it distracted him. He looked for other towns that might have fried chicken and good storage for his collectibles. There was one hours away, if he could get enough motorcycle fuel.

A bunch of people bounced back fast. Whether Spy did or not was the last thing Scout cared to know, but that wasn’t the case for Sniper. He spent a lot of time holed up in that van, more than he used to. Demoman pulled him aside one day and told him why. As much as he hated Spy, he hated the fact that poor Sniper had to hear about it a heck of a lot more.

Stupid, stuck up New Zealand parents. Jeremy made an effort not to whine about Spy around Sniper, it wasn’t fair to him. Ms. Pauling was busier than any of them combined. At least she was smart and useful, two things Jeremy was not. “It’s not like that’s all you ever do.” The woman he loved saw nothing worthwhile in him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever find love. Who would want a loser runt like him, with 7 dumb brothers and a dad who smells like an ashtray?

Just stay busy. Ma’s right, it helps! At least, that’s what he told himself. Four of his brothers had actual wives, the others were not alone like him. Ugh, stop thinking about it! Scout kept working and trying to distract himself, but even being tired from all that wasn’t enough to make good sleep. He had all sorts of dumb freakin nightmares for those first 9 days. Somehow being back on that gallows in Teufort was the worst one.

Day 10 came and Pauling briefed them over the big computer that Engineer built. She deli-gated people to do certain things every other day. She had to do the same for freakin BLU.

“Spy? I need you to gather your things from one of the other bases. You guys are gonna be here for a while.” Spy froze. “Which base is it?” He asked. “Harvest.” That was 4 days away, in freakin Arizona! Not that Jeremy cared. “Alright. I’ll leave in an hour.”

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Scout had a bad feeling that somethin was gonna go wrong. He tried to ignore it, but over the hour it just got stronger and more annoying. He found himself walking to the garage 5 minutes till Spy said he’d leave. He tried not to make eye contact and tinkered with his motorcycle. It’s nothing. Just stop being so weird about-

“Scout?” Spy was way too close, but Jeremy played it cool. “Just workin on this.” He muttered. Spy sighed real shakily and looked away. “Listen.” He begrudgingly looked up.

“I’m going to come back. I promise.” Scout stared up at him blankly. He scoffed and furiously started picking at metal that was fine where it was. Dumb Spy, acting like he’s a kid! Freakin- “I mean it.” Jeremy paused. “I’m going to come back.” Stupid little tears were tryin to form in his eyes. “Whateva.” He choked out. Spy walked away and started his car, which also hadn’t been destroyed in Teufort. And then he left.

Funny. That stupid gut feeling didn’t go away.

[cluelessatthispoint]

HI ITS PLATONIC YANDERE ANOM HERE AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR COMING IN YOUR ASKS AGAIN BUT I NEEDED TO GET THE IDEA OUT OF MY SYSTEM BEFORE I COMPLETELY FORGET ABOUT IT IM SORRY!!!!

I keep thinking of a platonic Yandere!RED Pyro with either a BLU Engineer!Reader or BLU Spy!Reader. The idea of Pyro, an absolute menace of a human, a danger to everything and everyone to some degree, a complete pyromaniac and ABSOLUTELY NOT sane in the head caring so deeply for someone who they are supposed to kill just fills my lil heart with joy.

Yes, they did force you to join their tea party with their "friends"(who are a bunch of dead parts of your teammates), they also broke all of your weapons and MAYBE went a little overboard by "begging you to stay just a little longer"(pointing their axe at you while starting directly at your soul) but like- c'mon! You two are besties!! It's normal!!!

They just want to spend their time with you out of battle! And your corpse after a battle or your severed head that Medic was experimenting on simply doesn't hit the same spot as talking to you while you are alive and "well"! Even if that means that they will have to tie you to a chair with a "lovely red and blue ribbon"(literally the tightest and itchy rope ever known to man) and "put a do not disturb sign on the door"(locking and barricading the door so nobody can leave or enter). They just want to spend time with you!! Is it so wrong to have you by their side on work days just for a few hours?? I'm sure your team won't even notice!! Just stay calm and let your good friend Pyro help you relax and forget about the outside world :D

(SORRY THIS IS SO LONG :()

To make this easier I'm going to write the reader as the BLU Spy. I really love the idea! Pyro is such a little crazy guy and I love him, not as much as engie. But it's pretty darn close. :) No worries about the long request, the more detailed the better!!!

warnings: platonic yandere, blood, mild gore and kidnapping.

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Being hired as the new BLU Spy for the BLU team was a surreal dream come true. The opportunity to go to new places and to see new things and experience different cultures while getting paid was really a great deal. Being under the tutelage of the former BLU Spy for years now you felt more ready for this job, than at any other job. The sights, the sounds, the comradery! It was perfect. Well, almost perfect.

Having worked for the team for a little over three months you began to notice right away that there was something up with the RED Pyro. That crazy arsonist seemed to target you every time in battle. No matter if you were cloaked or in disguise, he would somehow always know that you were there. It was so humiliating!

The time you disguised yourself as the RED Sniper he seemed to know right away. Remembering how you made it as far as the door to the intel room before he rounded the corner and hacked you to pieces with an axe. It was horrible. The feeling of white-hot pain and warm blood pooling out of you was one of the feelings that you would not have repeated. That damned RED Pyro, well. he has another thing coming to him that's for sure! Today for the match you made a plan. Before the RED Pyro could find you, you would find him!

The thought made you smile. With fifteen minutes till the battle started you set to finalizing every detail. Instead of cloaking and running to the RED Sniper's nest you would track around the RED base and disguise yourself as the RED Spy. Grabbing your tools and your invis watch you made your way over to the respawn room and waited. Before too long you were joined by your fellow teammates. The noisy din echoing off the tiled walls served as a comfortable distraction.

The memories of previous battles only fueled your determination. The disturbing memory of watching the previous battle's clean up flashed briefly across your mind. How from a distance you could see the enemy Pyro go digging around in the pile of corpses looking for something. You don't know why you stayed, why you watched him from afar. Maybe it was just morbid curiosity, or maybe it was just to simply be nosy. You weren't quite sure. But when the Pyro pulled your severed head from the pile you felt your knees wobble. The way he held your corpse in his arms seemed almost tender-like.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts you readied your disguise. The voice of the Administrator signaling the start of the battle rang out loud across the field. Steeling your nerves, you cloaked yourself and headed out the door. Walking around the field, dodging bullets aimed for your fellow teammates you had only one objective in mind: to kill the RED Pyro.

Walking around the battlefield you noticed one thing that was odd. There were only eight RED's on the field. The Pyro was missing. Feeling a pit of dread well up in your abdomen you continued cautiously onwards. Finally making it inside the RED base you put on your disguise and walked freely through the halls. Every once in a while, the sound of soft footfalls from somewhere behind you made you put up your cloak in defense. Looking this way and that, there were no signs of anybody being nearby as far as you could tell.

"My nerves must be shot." Your soft voice sounded so quiet and yet so loud in the empty base.

Walking around, you couldn't find any signs of the RED arsonist anywhere. And it was really ticking you off.

Rounding a corner, you stopped dead in your tracks. There right in front of you, starring you down; like a mountain lion staring down its prey was the Pyro. Bringing a hand up to your face you adjusted your disguise, softly exhaling as you felt the paper between your gloved fingers.

"Ah, Bonsoir mon ami. I am just in here for a relaxing smoke."

Beads of sweat rolled down your masked face. Something wasn't right. The way he stared at you; something was wrong. Something here was very, very wrong. Trying to quell your rising panic you didn't notice how he took a small step forward. Then another, followed by another. Feeling your breaths increasing, you closed your eyes. Fight, flight or freeze. Three of the things that a spy should overcome if they ever wanted a chance to be successful in their career. Stopping in front of you the Pyro looked down at your disguised face. Being only a few inches shorter than him he still seemed to tower over you.

To Pyro, you looked so cute trying to disguise yourself as his friend. But he would always know who you disguised yourself as. After all you are his bestest friend. The way that you looked for him today seemed to prove that. Placing a heavy hand on your shoulder he pulled you into a hug. To you however, his hand pulled you into a chokehold. Feeling your mask slip off you flailed your arms and legs every way you could think of. Slipping free from his arms you ducked down and ran further into the base.

Feeling a smile rising to his lips he watched as you disappear as you rounded the corner. What a great friend you were; trying to find him first, then initiating a game of hide and seek. Oh boy! what fun! From the amount of time that passed from you searching him out to him choking you the battle was long over. The doors to the outside battle grounds were sealed shut. Finally happy to have his best friend over for a game of hide and seek and a sleep over he chuckled happily to himself. Oh, what a great time the two of you were going to have. Especially since the next scheduled battle would take place in a week. The idea of having a friend over for a whole week put some pep in his step.

You both were going to have a great time. Whether you liked it or not.

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Playing hide and seek with Pyro would be absolutely terrifying and so much fun at the same time!

[tf2-oneshots]

Can I ask for Mediscout where Medic is talking about one experiment or the other because someone else asked about it and Scout retains the information, because well, sue him for being interested, it's interesting to hear the doctor talk (and if it gives him him reason to stay a little closer and watch a little longer, thats no ones business. Especially you, Spy.) And later, when someone asks what the newest idea from Medic is, Scout answers instead of Medic without thinking

Of course! Mediscout is one of my faves to write💞

Warnings: None!

Rating: General

Scout pulled his favorite seat out from the kitchen table as he sat down with his plate of breakfast. He scoots in between Heavy and Soldier, squished by the massive men as they eat their share. The youngest of the three takes a few bites, mindlessly eating before a faint voice grows louder.

“Why are you so worried? All I have to do is inject octopus skin cells into yours, and your cloaking will be seamless!” It was Medic, carrying several sheets of paper with diagrams, charts, and sporadic research. He was following Spy into the kitchen, and the Frenchman looked utterly sickened by the proposition.

“Doctor, I spent a minimum of an hour exfoliating, moisturizing, and beautifying my skin. I will not have my work destroyed by…whatever it is you plan.” Spy, admittedly, tuned out the doctor’s rambling. He isn’t the first of their team to do so though. Whenever Medic goes on and on about his discoveries or experiments, most of the team has learned to drone him out. Even Heavy is guilty of losing focus when Medic word vomits his projects.

“You’re being irrational! The octopus cells go underneath your normal skin. I can manipulate them into becoming part of your body, and once the burning sensation fades, you will be the best Spy in the world!” Medic holds out one paper, hoping it would at least persuade Spy into reconsidering. He spent a whole month developing this! Sure, its still highly experimental and could potentially leave Spy with an unsavory complexion, but that’s science! Anyone with a brain can see why they should absolutely trust his work.

“The answer is no. A squid has no place in my body except when I order calamari. Good day.” Spy swipes his plate of breakfast, reaching past Scout to grab the jar of marmalade set on the table. Toast smeared with the sweetness, he promptly leaves the team to enjoy their food. Scout rolls his eyes at the rude parting. He could at least think on it and give Medic’s work a bit of validation.

The man works tirelessly, day and night to improve the team. Scout has found him passed out in his office, hair astray and face tucked into his arms. So many times he wanted to reach out and brush the strands back into place, but he can’t! That’s too weird. Coworkers don’t play with each other’s hair, unless they’re hairdressers. Scout is pretty sure neither of them are in that profession.

“Octopus.” Medic mutters his correction, stacking his papers into a neat pile and heading back to the lab. He gives a disheartened sigh. Maybe he should have offered to do a test strip of skin. Somewhere on Spy’s arm to visualize the comparison and reconsider. He just gets so excited!

“Mornin’, lads.” Demo proclaims to the kitchen as he struts towards the fridge. He rummages through it for a moment before producing a bottle of morning whiskey. With a quick pour into a cup of coffee, he slips the alcohol back inside the fridge and takes a gulp of his drink.

“What was that thing Medic was talking about?Something with seams.” Engineer drums his finger against the table, trying to recall what the man was planning. As his silence grows, he desperately looks for help. Soldier is stuffing his face, Sniper is pretending to sleep, and Heavy is taking far too long to sip his water.

“Doc wants to put octopus skin on Spy to make his invisibility better, but the Frenchie is too fancy for it.” Right as Scout finishes his explanation, he sees the doctor standing in the doorway. His trip back from the clinic was shorter than anticipated, and Scout feels his face burning up. God, he sounded like such a geek just now, and not for the experiment.

Medic stares at the young man in shock and a bit of adoration. Since when did Scout ever listen to him, or anyone for that matter? The runner revolves around himself, focused on his own greatness and incredible strength, which he completely lacks. Everyone comes second to Scout, so how did he perfectly encapsulate Medic’s experiment when no one else could?

“Ja, he’s right.” Medic takes a closer look at Scout. His cheeks are tinted red, and his left hand is shaking more than the right. His head stays lowered as he shovels the last bite of breakfast into his mouth. Before Medic gets a chance to ask how Scout remembered, the man is rushing away. Once again, Scout is too quick for the German.

“Uh, see ya.” Oh, that won’t do. Someone finally gives Medic the time of day to listen, and they try to run off? Not on this doctor’s watch. Breakfast shoved in the fridge for later, Medic’s white lab coat flutters behind him as he hurries after Scout. His leather boots clacking against the floor with every step.

To no one’s surprise, Scout tries to run. His walk turns into a jog, rounding corners with too sharp of turns. Medic huffs, following right on his heels. Scout might be the fastest class, but there’s only so many turns he can make before hitting a wall, which he does. Literally. Too distracted by dodging the German, Scout smacked face first into the wall leading to the showers.

“Scout? May we speak?” Medic calls out as the boy cups his sore nose. Scout presses to the offending surface, unable to pull away as the doctor steps closer. His gloved fingers adjust the circle glasses framing his gray eyes. Scout gulps, trying not to look him in the eye. Damnit, why is he so attractive?

“I want to thank you for listening. It seems as if you’re the only one these days.” That little praise does Scout in. His blushing face goes fully red, and he slinks against the wall. Damnit, damnit! Focus, Scout! Its just Medic. Why is he so weird about the man as of late?

“Yeah, well, uh, you know me! I’m the pro at listening. Like, you see these ears? Always open and listening. Its my middle name actually. Well, no, my Ma picked Tyler, but if I could make it my middle name—“ And he’s off, spilling tangent by tangent. Scout looks up to see if Medic was bored of him, yet the doctor remains neutral. In fact, Scout can even see a smile forming on his face. The American nervously laughs, not used to such a positive face during his rambles.

“Ja, you are very good. It’s sweet of you, actually. ‘Keep at it’ as they say, hase.” Medic leans in, pressing lips right to Scout’s forehead. His latex hand cups his cheek as if Scout would try to run from this. The boy is completely frozen, mouth agape with those adorable buck teeth sticking out. Such a cute little bunny.

“Uh, uh, you-y-you got it, doc. I’m gonna, uh, get you back for this though. You better be ready, cause I’m a ninja. I got a black belt in kissing.” It’s actually a blue one from when he tried karate as a boy before discovering baseball. An awkward grin forms as Medic turns to leave.

“Oh, how frightening! I hope you show mercy, Herr Scout.” Medic grins, walking away as Scout tries to collect himself. He’ll be waiting for that kiss, and he certainly hopes its when Scout checks in on the doctor during his late nights in the office.

Hope you enjoyed this!! -H

[ramblinganthropologist]

Fictober 24 - 18 You always have a plan

Summary: Alistair's between a rock and a hard place. Lucky for his squad, he's got an ace up his sleeve - or power bubbling under his gauntlet. Now all he needs is a stick and a chance to try out a new theory given to him by an alien from a death planet.

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Nothing like a firefight to make Alistair regret the fact he hadn’t taken more than just basic training in using the assault rifle. Also, he didn’t carry one at all.

“Damn it, they have us surrounded!”

Garrus’ swear carried over the gunfire as he ducked down behind a collapsed bit of wall. Bo was in a similar state on the other side of the corridor, crouched behind what had one time been a hallway corridor. Up above their heads, the turret fire kept spitting out death in rapid fire form, pinning them in place as the engineers on the other side discussed what to do next.

Honestly, he should’ve seen this one coming. When he had first looked over the map of the area before the mission started, he had seen this spot and worried it might turn into a choke point should they be caught off guard.

And look at it �� they were stuck in a choke point, getting shot at by mercs and machines without much chance for getting out of it.

Alistair grimaced as he checked his shields from his omni-tool. Before diving behind the wall, he had been hit by a number of shots by both a hidden sniper and the beginning of the turret file. They had done the job to protect him, but now they were low and taking way too much time to recover, even with all his modifications in place. Even if they did, he would wind up in exactly the same place if he dared trying to move out of hiding while the turret was still going.

Worse, there was still the sniper hiding somewhere, firing off shots when they thought they had spotted them. The most recent had been a few feet in front of him – it had left quite a hole in the broken tile that had once been a hospital floor. He hated to think what that would have done to his armor, so he avoided looking at it too much as he tried to think of what to do next.

There weren’t a lot of options. They had no idea where the sniper was, so they couldn’t try to pick that one off to give them some breathing room. There were two turrets ahead of them, manned by engineers who could fix whatever they tried to damage. Add in the other mercs lying in wait with fresh shields and ammo, and it wasn’t a pretty sight.

It wasn’t the worst spot he’d ever found himself in – Akuze took the gold there – but it wasn’t great.

“Al, give me something to work with!”

Bo’s voice sounded in his helmet, rather than through the air thanks to all the noise. He briefly glanced over towards her, watching as she tried to get a shot out only for it to result in a barrage of gun fire that caused her to take cover once more. Thanks to the mods in his helmet visor, he had a read on her shields as well. They too were low, and they weren’t modded like his so they took even longer to come back.

He really needed to get a hand on her armor if they got out of this alive.

“Try not to get shot, your shields are close to breaking!”

Bo didn’t question how he knew that – she was far too used to his tech modifications to ask. Or maybe she was just too focused on not dying to wonder how he had that point of data. He was glad for it either  way – he needed to think their way out of this.

That was a little hard, given a bit of wall above his head crumbled from the repeated gunfire, causing him to duck lower in order to avoid the barrage of bullets flying his way. Who knew thinking was hard under fire?

“Shepard, you’re not going to last much longer! Might as well die like a man before we hunt you down like a rat!”

That was the head merc, He was safe behind enemies lines, with shields in the purple and boosted armor to boot. Their mission was to take him in by any means possible, with heavy emphasis that killing him was fine. At least, Admiral Hackett had hinted as much when he had given them the mission.

Since it was Alistair leading the fight, the parameters were alive if possible. He liked to keep his targets alive, if only because transporting corpses gave him bad memories of Akuze.

Garrus’ mandibles were twitching as his talons gripped around his rifle. No doubt he wanted to shoot their main opponent and the sniper, but he wasn’t in a position to do either. It was a sentiment they all shared as they kept cover.

“Are you sure you want to keep this asshole alive?”

His voice was hard to hear over the gunfire, but Alistair managed to pick up the important bits. He nodded, which just made Bo groan into her mic and the turian to twitch. Neither were fans of his decision, but he was used to that. Nobody liked it when the trash talking merc got brought in alive – it made the shuttle ride back to the Normandy annoying.

With any luck, he’d be able to tape the man’s mouth shut. He still had a nose to breathe.

“We’re going to increase the turret fire, Shepard! Sooner or later your cover is going to shatter!”

Oh, great. Alistair grit his teeth as he glanced around, trying to find better cover. Bo’s was slightly better – there were more places to hide in the corridor and it wasn’t under direct turret file. The only problem was that they would have to cross into direct fire to get there. On low shields, it was outright suicide.

But it was what they were going to have to do if they wanted to live.

Briefly, he met eyes with Garrus and gestured towards the corridor with his head. He then held up his finger towards the turrets, closing his palm. They both knew what it meant – wait until they adjusted the turret speed. With any luck, there’d be a brief pause before things started firing.

The turian nodded and put his rifle on his back for the run. Alistair holstered his pistol and began powering up his strongest ability – barrier. Soon, both were glowing in the telltale blue that boosted their shields temporarily and would allow for a few more seconds of hits. His were stronger than most, but even those would break down with enough fire.

It was all he could offer.

Just like he expected, soon the turrets began to slow. The second they stopped, he and Garrus began to sprint towards the corridor. Almost immediately, the fire of the sniper rifle pinged against his barrier, but he kept running, eyes on safety. The engineers shouted and tried to go faster in their reloads and modifications to the turrets, but he tuned that out.

Just as the fire resumed, he slid to safety. However, he realized with a shock he was the only one. Panic beat through his body as he glanced over his shoulder. Garrus was collapsed close by, bleeding from the shoulder and shields rapidly depleting from the turret fire. His barrier was gone, and he was beyond a sitting duck.

The panic outpaced the beating of his heart. His mouth went dry as the gauge in his helmet edged close towards zero. Once that was gone, only the turian’s armor would protect him, and then he would be taking hits directly. One would be bad enough, but the turrets were on heavy fire mode. Add in the sniper and other mercs… it was bad.

He wasn’t going to let that happen.

Briefly, he glanced down at his hand. Words echoed in his mind from a woman with a tattooed face hailing from a planet nobody was supposed to step foot on. If she was right, he had something within him that could save his squad mate and perhaps turn the tide of the battle.

So he unstrapped his gauntlet and let it fall.

“Al, what the fuck are you doing?” Bo’s voice was raised with tension as she watched him. “You’re going to get your hand shot off!”

Didn’t matter. He glanced around quickly, eyes landing on a broken piece of concrete that had rebar sticking out. This he broke off, being left with a short piece of metal rod. It wasn’t wood, but it would do.

Thanks to the contact with his bare skin, it heated up under his touch almost immediately.

“I’m about to do something completely stupid.” He grit his teeth as he focused as hard as he can. Just like his source said, he could feel energy bubbling beneath his skin, faster and harder than it worked with his biotics. “Take cover, I have no idea how this works!”

Then there was no more thinking. With his shields at an all time high and barriers blazing, he left cover and made his way over to Garrus. The bullets pinged and pulsed against his shield, but it didn’t matter. He faced down the turrets, rod in hand. Then he pointed it at the machines and let it rip with a prayer Cherche wasn’t out of her fucking mind.

Was it weird he was actually kind of mad about it when the massive fireball left his staff and fired directly at the turrets?

The shouts of the engineers were paid with the sizzling of melted metal and the cease of turret fire. He had managed to melt the equipment with his attack, giving them valuable time. His energy was still bubbling under his skin, so he grit his teeth.

He still had one in him.

There was no more thinking at that point as he aimed his would-be staff at the engineers and assembled mercs. Once again, the power bubbled and gathered towards his hand. With a near feral growl, he thrust the rod forward and watched as a second fireball launched, hitting dead on.

Who knew armor couldn’t withstand something not of their galaxy?

It was then he grabbed Garrus’ hand and helped him make his way to cover. Sweat was pouring down his brow as he dispensed medigel and applied it to the turian’s bloodied shoulder. Then he slumped against the wall, feeling as though he had just run a marathon. The rod fell from his hand and clattered to the broken tile floor, scorched and pitted from his two attempts at protecting his team.

“Al, what the hell was that?”

Garrus had enough in him to talk – that made one of them. Alistair turned to face him, struggling to find a way to talk as his CGM pinged a sudden low. All he wanted was his emergency supply of sugar, but he had to use his words instead.

“Just something a friend taught me.”

He jerked his head towards the mercs. They were quiet now, and the turrets no longer fired. If he counted right, they had the sniper and the head merc left. Even better, there was further cover ahead. If they were careful…

But then his vision blurred. And as his head dropped and things stopped making sense, he could only hope that he would wake up at all.

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“What happened to him, Shepard?”

“Overdid it on the barriers. We were facing heavy fire.”

He recognized the voices. They belonged to Dr. Chakwas and Bo. The good doctor had been on the Normandy last he checked…

Alistair groaned as he came to, feeling a pillow beneath his head and one of the medbay beds beneath his ass. He was too weak to rise, but he managed to open his eyes. Just like he thought, he was back on the Normandy.

So they had survived after all.

Bo appeared at his side, out of armor with a bandage wrapped around her arm. She dropped into a chair by his side, and briefly he was amazed it didn’t snap in two. Her face was hard to read, but she reached out her hand and…

Punched him in the armored shoulder.

“Oww!”

“Walk it off, marine. I know you still have shields.”

He did, but it still hurt. Alistair would have rubbed his shoulder, but he was still wearing his armor. His gauntlet was still missing, but it was soon located on a bedside table. That was for the best – his hand was bandaged and stinging with the familiar sensation of a burn.

Hopefully the medigel would help with that – it was his dominant hand.

“You’re lucky that fucking worked, Al.” Bo shook his head. “You always have a plan, what were you thinking?”

He managed to shrug weakly. “I was thinking that I didn’t want Garrus to die. Guess that was enough to make it work.”

His body still tingled, just like Cherche had warned him it would. According to her, once his body fully grasped what it could do, that sensation would always be there. She wasn’t a firsthand expert, she had said as much, but it was something she had heard from someone in a… similar position.

It looked like her theory was true, though.

“We need to get you one of those fucking staff things if you’re going to try that again. Chakwas said you were lucky the burns weren’t worse.” Bo was calming down once getting the punch out. “And some of that blue shit in the bottle. Maybe you wouldn’t had passed out if we had it.”

It was going to be hard to get ‘some of that blue shit’ given how difficult it was to get any kind of eezo. Besides, he didn’t know how to prepare it to change it into the liquid form he would have needed to replenish his sources of energy.

Besides, the shit was bad enough to give people cancer. What would happen if he just drank it – turbo cancer? Extra sensitive biotics he wouldn’t be able to turn off? He didn’t want to consider the possibilities…

“Next time we’re nearby, we’ll see if we can pick one up. Maybe Cahel could ask his squad about it.” He sighed, feeling how heavy his eyes were. “Is Garrus ok?”

Bo snorted at that. “You’re a gay disaster, Al. Yes, he’s fine. Chakwas patched him up and sent him off to the battery to adjust the shields.”

She paused. “And before you ask, yes, we brought the douchebag in alive. Hackett sends his thanks. No doubt we’ll get some other stupid suicide mission in a month or two.”

Alistair could only imagine how that chat went – his sister wasn’t exactly known for her tact on the best of days. If had really passed out and required rescue, she would have been even worse. No doubt the expletives had flowed like water as she resisted the urge to pound her fist into the console.

Hopefully, she had resisted; he didn’t want to fix that, nor did he have the parts.

He would have said more, but Dr. Chakwas appeared at his side to check his vitals. She scanned him, then shook her head as she noted something on her datapad. Alistair could only imagine what readings she was getting.

After all, she wasn’t trained to deal with a mage dealing with exhaustion.

“Well, apart from your burns and hypoglycemia, you seem to be fine. I’m not sure what caused you to pass out, but there doesn’t seem to be long term effects.” She looked at him over his datapad. “You should be able to go as soon as you can sit up.”

Perfect – he put all his energy into rising to a sitting position. His head swum for a second, but then it returned to normal. He then swung his legs over to the side of the bed and managed to stand on his feet.

His knees didn’t buckle – perfect.

“Let lover boy go check on his boytoy.” Bo waved off the doctor’s concerns. “He’s going to be insufferable until he personally checks Mandibles’ implants.”

Alistair allowed a nod as he left the medbay behind, aiming for the battery. There were some of the crew at the table nearby, and they started whispering as soon as they saw him. He caught snatches of it as he passed, enough to get a general idea.

“Did you see the vid? Where did that fire come from?”

“Must be one of his mods. Techs are weird like that.”

Techs were indeed weird like that, and he accepted the cover story without a word. Besides, his goal was beyond them. Soon, he laid his hand over the pad that allowed him access to the battery doors and was passing through.

Unsurprisingly, Garrus was at the console for the Normandy’s main guns. His rifle was in pieces at the table by his cot, and he was running diagnostics with his omni-tool. At the sound of the opening door, he picked up his head and turned away from his work.

Then he found a turian wrapping his arms around him.

“Never do that again, Al.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “I thought you were dead.”

Alistair melted into the hug, even though his armor got in the way. “I could say the same to you. What happened back there?”

Garrus’ voice vibrated through his body – it happened when he was upset. “The sniper got me and I lost my balance. I can’t say I’m not glad you provided a rescue, but…”

He trailed off. “What the hell was that? No way that was a mod, my armor’s shields went haywire.”

Cherche had warned about that – their tech wasn’t exactly magic friendly. No doubt his armor was also recovering from the onslaught. He would have to mod it too – maybe he could get something from their planet the next time they were close.

Not that he wanted a repeat, but he was all about planning for the worst case scenario.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Judging from Garrus’ blank look, that wasn’t going to be an adequate answer. Part of him wasn’t too surprised by his reaction. Had he been in the turian’s position, he would have felt the exact same way.

Alistair still felt a little annoyed, however. It was probably the low blood sugar talking.

“Try me.”

In the end, he sunk into the hug again, wishing he could feel the turian’s heartbeat. It did wonders to calm him down, and he needed to be calm for this conversation. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t going to get the comfort. But he was a marine – comfort came secondary.

“Remember when we picked up Cahel and his crew?”

Garrus snorted. “Right, the three aliens from Thedas. Did they give you something to launch fireballs?”

“Kind of; down on their planet, biotics have a few more tricks up their sleeves.” Or, if was to be believed, up the sleeves of their robes. Why they wore robes, he had no idea; it didn’t seem safe for battle. Maybe they had shields too? “I may have picked up a few things from them while they were here.”

The turian’s mandibles flapped. “So, the tattooed one’s theory was right?”

“Much as I hate to admit it, yes.” Alistair sighed. “I figured it was better than you dying, so I grabbed the closest thing to a staff and… gave it my best shot.”

Saying like that really highlighted just how crazy his plan had been. Normally, he wasn’t the type to just go balls to the wall and try something ridiculous. That was more of Bo’s style than his own – and it often raised his blood pressure when she did. Now he was the one causing heart rates to go up.

Weird how they switched positions.

Garrus sighed up above and gave him a squeeze. “Next time warn a turian before you start slinging energy like that.”

“I will, it really wore me out. Maybe I should just stick to one at a time so I stay on my feet.”

“That would be much appreciated.”

Then silence fell over the battery. Alistair was glad for it- his nerves were still frayed from the firefight. In a few hours, with paperwork to calm down, he would be back to as normal as he got. Until then, he was more than a little sensitive.

Lucky for him, he had a supportive boyfriend.

“I will admit, though…”

Garrus’ voice was softer now. “Seeing you standing like that was both terrifying and…”

Alistair found himself chuckling at the implication. “What, did you get horny at me casting fireball?”

The turian didn’t answer. That only turned his chuckles to a full blown laugh as he rested his forehead against his boyfriend’s armor. He had needed a laugh like this – it had been months since he had gotten one.

“It’s not that funny…”

He came up for air, wiping tears from his eyes. “I beg to differ, babe.”

The pet name made Garrus’ mandibles flap in the best way – it always did. “Ok, maybe it’s a little funny. But can you blame me? You looked so confident and sure of yourself. I don’t get to see that all that often because you like talking over shooting. Plus it was all for me.”

That it was. But it still made Alistair chuckle as he kept his forehead pressed to the turian’s armor. He couldn’t help it; after all, it was one of his favorite places as of late. It was even better when armor didn’t separate them, but a guy could take what he could get.

“Well, hopefully that lasts until we’re both off duty.” He finally released his position, wishing he could be back there almost immediately. “I have some work to do. You can come up later when you’re free.”

Garrus grinned in the turian way he loved so much. “It’s a deal. See you later, Al. Try not to find any more weird biotic abilities while I’m gone.”

That earned him another chuckle as Alistair left the battery. Soon he was back on the elevator that would lead up to his quarters. While he stood there, he felt the energy bubble under his skin. It was faint, but it was there.

“Maybe I should try to rig up my own staff if this is going to be a regular thing.” He paused. “I wonder if I can channel through something like my pistol. It might make things a little less obvious than carrying around a long stick.”

With that thought in mind, he stepped off the elevator in order to tackle the endless fight against paperwork. Later, if he got the chance, he would test it out with one of the many pistols they kept on the Normandy.

After all, he didn’t want to melt his favorite gun. It was specially modified to eject cartridges to the left. No way he was giving that up to see if he could cast fireball through it.

[kellanved-ammanas]

TF2 Drabbles Demo/Soldier - Intelligence

Summary: would you be willing to write one about soldier being surprisingly smart? One where he starts saying tons of 'intelligent' things and the other mercs are surprised?

[A/N] Another instance where I took a plural and turned into focusing mostly on just one merc's reaction. These are drabbles though so that's kinda just how it's gotta be sometimes because doing something will all nine mercs, though possible to do in a drabble, depends a lot on the scenario, most of the time it's really difficult. This time I choose Demo because I really like Boots and Bombs, they're a real good ship.

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“They will have moved their sentry gun, most likely to the other side. So we should take the long way around this time to get a better angle on it,” Soldier said as he and Demo exited Respawn together.

“Why would they move it?” Both he and Soldier had failed to take it out this time. Granted in part because they’d gone in not knowing were it would be but most of the time, the enemy Engineer didn’t change its position until he was rebuilding it after it got destroyed. There were few instances where he did move it while it was still intact but it didn’t seem worth randomly betting on.

“The enemy Spy just killed our Medic before we died and the Sniper took out our Heavy. So the gun will have been almost completely uncontested for longer than usual. The enemy will have taken advantage of that to move the gun to take us by surprise when we make it back there. We will take them by surprise instead and send the lot of them and the sentry gun to hell.”

They’d only been working together for a couple months but one thing had become clear about Soldier pretty much since the day he’d joined the team; intelligence wasn’t his forte. There was nothing wrong with that of course and Demo didn’t mind it at all but it was doubtful he was capable of being that aware of what was happening on the battlefield. Demo, himself, had been a bit too distracted by actively getting shot at by the sentry gun to notice if Medic and Heavy had died or not, let alone how if so. How would Soldier have noticed let alone been able to draw such quick conclusions? Likely he was just guessing and in his lack of intelligence was convinced of it.

Theoretically it might be a correct guess but if they approached from the ‘long way around’ that Soldier now wanted to, it would put them in a bad position to take out the gun. Which would most likely result in yet another trip through Respawn. Something Demo still wasn’t entirely used to and thus would rather avoid.

Soldier wasn’t giving him time to argue though as he rushed off, seemingly expecting Demo to just go along with his plan and follow. Fine, let him get taken out by the sentry gun then, Demo would go the usual way and, knowing where it was now, explode it by himself.

Except when Demo got there he was the one shot down by the sentry gun because it had indeed been moved to the other side. Soldier was right, perhaps as just a lucky guess or maybe he really was that tuned into everything going on around the battlefield. Thus maybe he wasn’t entirely stupid after all. Either way, Demo owed him a drink later to make up for not believing him.

[finniestoncrane]

Hi!!! I know I sent in a bunch of requests already so let me know if it's too many!! I know R asked for no.9 already too so feel free to ignore this but, obviously I know who I like to see myself with but im super curious as to who you'd choose for me??

So request for no.9 from me as well ♡♡♡ like R ill say a bit about myself too!!

Hi!! I'm latina, an artist and dancer in a very jack-of-all-trades amateur kinda way. It's very hard dedicating myself to any one craft!! Whether it's stripping, doll-making or embroidery I'm always trying something new. I love reading as well, fantastique is my genre of choice ♡ I love to cook and bake (mostly bake). I love being active!! I try to go to the gym whenever I can, if I can find time for it I like rollerskating, beach volleyball and swimming are my favorites. I like samurai movies and anything with a sad story, it feels v good to cry. I like soft music mostly, things like oldies or shoegaze, lots of indie pop. I like a lot of traditional romantic gestures like getting roses and things like that. I'm a big girl and I like it, I really want a partner to not just accept me """"even though""""" I'm fat, I want them to love my body and show it love ^^♡ nnnnd I like feeling like I can take care of my partner!! Make their life a little easier, vocal reassurances go a long way with me.

Again I know we technically already asked but yeah ><

- E.F.

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: lmao as if you didn't know AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW EFFY but i am about to drop all my reasons anyway 💚 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

ok come on you knew this was coming, but get on board with it

i absolutely know that he deserves someone as soft and beautiful as you

he's got a bit of a frenetic mind, similar to you! he'll try his hand at everything, puzzles, detective work, engineering... murder traps, bomb... making, sniper... practice... ok maybe his hobbies are a bit darker than yours but my god would he love to watch you strip for him while he plans his next target or sit beside you, writing in his journals while you do some embroidery. it would make him feel so normal and domestic, which is nice because he's never really had a domestic life or a family

i've hc'd this for the longest time, but man is weak for baked goods and would find that to be the most sincere gesture of love. filling someone up with a homecooked meal, made perfectly, with flavours added that you know he'll enjoy? it's so personal and so loving

he's not really a sporty guy, but he'd be more than happy to chum you to the gym, even if he's just watching you swimming, or supporting you in a game of volleyball. and if you get him in the right mood, he'd find something so freeing about night swimming at the beach, maybe even skinnydipping...

he loves wallowing in sorrow and melancholy, it's the emotion he's most used to, so a sad movie that lets him cry in a controlled way, while he snuggles up to someone for comfort, would be a really good way for him to healthily express those feelings

when it comes to bodies, he has a mommy!kink and needs someone soft and warm and squishy to hold on to, and it might border on fetishisation sometimes, though he wouldn't ever mean it to, it's just that he'd go hard on the body worship when the time came to it and he'd be so grateful to have yours next to him

romantic gestures are his forte. albeit slightly creepy, which isn't the intention, it's just that he's very intense in his love and adoration. he'll bombard you with love, like love bombing but not in a manipulative way, he just doesn't know how to stop telling the person he loves how much he loves them because he's desperate not to lose that kind of connection again

so a slow dance to some old music while you two try and cook something together, or kissing your hand when he leaves you in the morning or evening, those are all traits he'd love to have appreciated by someone

[fruit-teeth]

Chronicles of Love and War (chapter 26)

Engineer suddenly felt angry, but he felt as though he shouldn’t be. As he gazed at Spy from across the meeting table, he realized it was pointless to harbor any ill will toward him. After all – Spy and Fred had been foes with one another. Come to think of it, Fred had even been foes with Dell himself, in a strange sort of way. His mind flipped back to their conversation earlier, and he asked himself: was it always like this? Was war alway so complicated?

Spy could feel Engineer’s eyes on him, but he said nothing. Perhaps after the meeting, he would ask how Fred was. Or maybe, he would just figure out which room the old man was in and just snoop around there.

But there was no time for that now: Bea, along with some other unidentified opponents, had learned the location of the base.

“What do we know about that lad Bea had with her?” Demoman spoke up from where he was seated towards the front of the meeting room. “Anyone know who he is?”

Spy quickly composed himself, clearing his throat. “Based on what Helen said, I'm not sure. However, based on his description, I believe he is a member of some government facility."

Scout groaned. “Oh, great, a fed!”

“A fed?” Engineer repeated, brows furrowed. “That can’t be, she’d never team up with a fed!”

“Well, we cannot be too sure of anything,” Spy sighed. "We have two options: either find them before they get to us, or strengthen the base's security against any incoming danger.”

“How about we do both?” Sniper suggested. “I mean– that seems like the right option, right?”

“Yes, true,” Spy mused, pausing in thought. “But we must consider something: we have civilians on this base. No matter what happens, we need to keep them out of harm’s way. My thought was to put them up in a hotel for a while — under protection, of course.”

“I dunno if Ma would like that,” Scout muttered.

Yana suddenly raised her hand. “Maybe we split up! Half us go look, half of us stay!”

Heavy considered that prospect for a moment. “Maybe that is best…”

“Yes!” Soldier barked in agreement. “I would like to stay with Zhanna!”

“All right, let’s see…” Spy got a sheet of loose-leaf paper and began scribbling on it. “Here — let’s take a vote of who wants to stay behind and who wants to go on a search party…” he cleared his throat. “If you would rather stay behind and defend the base, raise your hand!”

Soldier instantly stuck up his hand, and so did Medic.

Spy blinked in surprise when he noticed Medic’s hand raised. “You’d really rather stay behind?”

“I have some research I need to finish,” Medic explained. “Not to mention, Zhanna…”

“Zhanna?” Heavy glanced up, concerned. “Is something wrong with her?”

“Well…” Medic’s voice faltered. “Maybe. After I got back, I only got to check on her briefly, but it seems she’s showing mild signs of early labor. It might be nothing, but I’d rather stay behind just in case.”

Heavy frowned upon hearing this. “Oh, dear…I will stay behind, too. Make sure it is all okay…”

“I will, too!” Yana piped up, and she turned to look at Bronislava. “What about you?”

Bronislava thought about it. “I…I would like to go searching. Mama will be there for Zhanna, if anything happens…”

Spy made a note of all this on the paper. “I see…keep in mind, we may be moving our civilians to a hotel for safety reasons. Anyone else who plans on staying behind?”

Demoman raised his hand. “Aye! I plan to plant some bombs ‘round the area just in case any bastards come snooping!”

“Same here,” Engineer agreed. “I actually might put up sentries around, too, and I might even hook up the hydro pump I made.”

"Good idea," Spy said, before adding, "Medic, Heavy, Soldier, Demoman, Engineer, and Yana will stay behind. Does that make sense?"

When murmurs of agreement rose up around the room, Spy gave a nod. “Good. Now, that means that Scout, Pyro, Lar-Nah, Bronislava, Sniper and I will be going out in a search party. Correct?”

When everyone had agreed, the meeting was adjourned for mission preparation. However, Spy approached Engineer shortly after the others had dispersed.

“How’s your father?” Spy wanted to know.

“Oh— um…” Engineer scratched the back of his head. “He’s settling in. He won’t call my ma, though…”

“I see,” Spy sighed, looking away. “Well…give him some time. I’m sure this must have been quite an unnerving experience for him.”

Engineer just watched Spy for a moment, before glancing away. “…yeah. You’re gonna go off on that search party, then?”

“Oui,” Spy confirmed. “But I need to let Angelica know, and perhaps I can talk her into going to a safer location.”

“Yeah…maybe I’ll get my pa to do the same,” Engineer looked back up at Spy. “Wouldn't want another incident.”

“I understand,” Spy gave a curt nod. There was a slight pause, before Spy turned and left the room without another word.

At the same time, Bea had managed to drag Lazarus to a phone booth that was deep within town. Bea helped an unnerved Lazarus into the phone booth so he could call for help for his broken arm, going unnoticed by the frantic Teufort citizens who couldn't find their mayor.

“You sure you don’t want to just go to the hospital?” Bea watched as Lazarus meticulously entered the numbers with one hand while the other hung limp by his side.

“No!” Lazarus barked through gritted teeth. “I have to call my team…they’ll patch me up, I trust them way more than I trust any hospital in this godforsaken town!”

Lazarus held the receiver between his good shoulder and his ear, waiting for one of his teammates to answer. When they finally did, he said, “It’s me! I need you to send someone to come get me, I had a fight with a demon and it broke my arm!”

Bea raised an eyebrow, but she said nothing as Lazarus made arrangements for his team to pick him up. He ended the call by saying, “Thank you, and afterwards we’ll put those bastards in their place!”

As Bea helped him hang up the phone, Lazarus grunted, “They’re on their way.”

“How long will it take for them to get here?” Bea wanted to know, opening up the door to the phone booth and beginning to step out.

“An hour, roughly.” Lazarus walked over to a park bench nearby and sat down, grimacing when the movement jostled his arm. “Ugh— our base is quite a ways away from here…”

“An hour?” Bea repeated, alarmed. “Are you sure we can’t just stop in the hospital?”

“No! It’s too risky!” Lazarus snapped. There was a pause, before he sighed. "We already have doctors on my team. I'm sure someone will look at me once we get there," he said, looking up at Bea. “I assume you’re going with me?”

“Oh— all right, sure,” Bea nodded. She thought for a moment, and then asked, “What is it your team…does, exactly? I assume you deal with the paranormal, but…”

“Yes, that is what we do,” Lazarus affirmed. “We investigate supernatural happenings and put a stop to them. We maintain the natural order of the world by keeping magic of all types in its place.”

Bea took this in for a moment. “This includes demons?”

Lazarus nodded again. “Of course it does — demons possess a form of dark magic! It has no place in this world…or at least, it shouldn’t. Magic and science need to be kept from each other, they cannot share a space. My team works to ensure this.”

“I see…” Bea thought this over. She vaguely remembered her late mother's stories about demons and magic, as well as the facts she learnt about magic from Zelda. After a moment, she remarked, “Sometimes I think my sister’s magic was what ruined her.”

Lazarus glanced up upon hearing this. “What?”

“I never got magic, but she did,” Bea went on to explain. “When we were homeless kids struggling to survive on the streets, having magic was useful. But after we were adopted…I don’t know. She didn’t use it for a very long time, until I started working for Mann Co. as a mercenary. Then she became incredibly possessive of me, which makes sense given that it was the first time we were separated. She used her magic to go after my team members a few times, threatening to turn them into frogs or seal their mouths shut if she felt they were putting me in danger during missions. I had to stop her and calm her down each and every time. It made me start to distance myself from her.”

“How disturbing!” Lazarus remarked, though he leaned toward, eager to learn more.

Bea sighed. “You could call it that. We had limited contact after that, but she just…she wanted me to come live with her so badly. She always sent me gifts and talked about how much she couldn’t wait to see me again. But recently, everything changed; one of those new mercenaries—specifically, a woman who was with them—killed me. I didn’t know it at the time, but Zelda had been actively spying on me, and she collected my remains. She paid Merasmus, the wizard, to help her reanimate me..." For a brief moment, she glanced down at herself, contemplating everything. “Now we’re back together like before, just like when we were children. This time, it’s all about revenge. It’s all about payback…ironic, considering that was the thing that got me arrested when I was younger. The Administrator would never have learned about me, and Mann Co. would not have hired me as a mercenary if I hadn't been arrested back then.”

Lazarus blinked in curiosity. “You were arrested? For what?”

Bea got very quiet for a moment, before muttering, “That’s not important. But I took the job so I wouldn’t get a heavy prison sentence. That’s all you need to know.”

Lazarus just nodded, and much to Bea’s relief, he did not ask anymore prying questions about her arrest. Instead, he changed the subject. “You have the base’s address with you, right?”

Bea gave a nod. “I do.”

“When my team arrives,” Lazarus went on. “Will you show it to them as well? Then you can join them in rescuing your sister and getting your revenge.”

Bea considered the prospect. Outside of what she had just learned from Lazarus, she had no idea who these people were, but...having a team again felt too ideal to pass up. She inhaled deeply, and then gave a nod. “I will. Thank you.”

“No…thank you,” Lazarus managed to smile, his arm still laying limp on his lap.

At that same moment, Medic was busy looking over Zhanna. As he did so, Sonya hovered nearby, watching anxiously.

“Well?” Sonya asked after a moment. “What is wrong with her?”

“There’s a very good chance it might just be a false alarm,” Medic concluded after a moment. “But just to make sure, she should be kept on bed rest!”

“I am fine,” Zhanna insisted, not enjoying being treated as though she were fragile.

Heavy placed his palm on his sister’s shoulder. “You must relax, sister. We tell you this so much,”

Just then, Bronislava stepped in, her supply bag slung over her shoulder. “How is Zhanna?”

Zhanna waved her prosthetic hand, beckoning her sister. “I am fine! Are you leaving?”

Bronislava stepped over, putting her arms around Zhanna and hugging her. “Soon, I must wait for everyone, first…”

Sonya pulled her two daughters into her arms, holding them tightly. “You must both stay safe…”

“We will!” Zhanna insisted. “It will all be fine, Mama.”

As he stood by his mother and sisters, comforting them as best he could, Heavy noticed Medic leaning over something on the nearby desk. Curious, he made his way over there to see what it was.

“Doktor?” Heavy asked, getting Medic’s attention. “What is it?”

“Oh,” Medic cleared his throat, gesturing to a stack of papers. “These are copies that Merasmus made for me, from his books about The Corrupt. I’ve been skimming through the text to see what I can learn!”

Heavy grunted. “I see. Does not matter. We will not let these creatures attack us,”

“Yes, yes, but…” Medic leaned against the desk, folding his arms. “I’ve learned something incredibly fascinating — The Corrupt is actually not an ancient entity, as I suspected it was!”

Heavy raised an eyebrow. “And what this mean?”

“It’s a fairly recent creature, by demon standards,” Medic went on to clarify. “See, according to these texts, there weren’t sightings of this particular entity until after the year 1800! After this, The Corrupt was apparently discovered by hypnotherapists who said their clients would have visions of it! It’s all very curious, isn’t it?”

“Hm…let me see,” Heavy reached for one of the papers, looking it over. As he did so, Medic continued talking.

“At some point, I’d like to get over there and study this creature! Or…creatures. They seem to be multiple beings that share one mind! Merasmus claims that these beings were previously people who were taken over by this singular consciousness. Wouldn't it be fascinating to research something like this?”

Heavy lowered the paper and shook his head. “Doktor, you must not. It is too dangerous!”

“Oh, I only would poke around for a bit!” Medic waved him off. “Besides, I do not mean doing it now! After we've sorted everything, I want to look at the beast and see what kind of control it has. There is no risk there, in my opinion!”

“I do not know…” Heavy confessed, turning to look back at his family.

Further down the hallway, Angelica stood by the sink and rinsed out a mug she’d been using. As she did so, Scout came up behind her and placed his hand on her back.

“Ma,” he announced, getting her attention. “We’re gonna go soon.”

Angelica set the mug on the counter, concerned. “Oh? Go where?”

Spy entered the kitchen, explaining, "Jeremy and I are going on a mission to find out where the enemy is. We don’t know when we will be back,”

“Another mission?” Angelica tilted her head. “But you guys just came back from one!”

“I know,” Scout tried to reassure her. “There’s just so much happenin’! You get that, right?”

“I know, but…” Angelica faltered a little, sweeping a lock of hair out of her face.

Spy took her hand in his and rubbed his thumb over it. “I understand we haven’t gotten to spend too much time together, but we just need to sort this out, all right? On top of that, we’re considering sending you and the other civilians here off to a hotel for safety reasons.”

Angelica glanced back up. “A hotel? Why?”

“There’s a chance of this place being attacked,” Spy explained. “We cannot risk any of you being hurt in the process. You understand, don’t you?”

Angelica looked at her lover, and then she looked at her son, saying nothing. Finally, she took a long breath. “No. I…I wanna come with you.”

Scout and Spy exchanged glances for a brief moment, before Scout spoke. “Ma, no, you can’t!”

“Look, Jer,” Angelica reached out, tucking her finger beneath Scout’s chin. “This whole time, I’ve been here worried sick about you two, watching everything happen, and…god, I’m sick of it! I wanna be with you guys — I don’t care if we’re hunting bad guys, I just wanna be with both of you!”

Spy shook his head, taking her hands back into his own again. “You’re a civilian, we cannot allow that!”

“What about Sonya’s daughters?” Angelica pointed out. “They ain’t part of the company, and they were just on a mission with all of you!”

“That’s different,” Spy tried to explain. “They’re filling in for Zhanna. On top of that, they have fighting experience,”

“So do I!” Angelica insisted. “What, you don’t think living in Boston all those years and having to fight my way out of those streets doesn’t count?”

“Good point,” Scout pointed out.

Spy pinched the bridge of his nose. “Angelica…I don’t think its a good idea…”

“Why?” Angelica asked again, arms folded as she stepped closer to Spy. “Hon, I ain’t gonna be any trouble. I promise!”

“I’m not worried about you being the trouble!” Spy snapped suddenly. He paused, and then sighed. “I’m…more concerned about the trouble targeting you…”

Angelica watched Spy’s expression for a long moment, before she reached out and placed her hand on his cheek. “We’ve been apart for too long, baby. I know you’re worried, but I’m tougher than you think. Please, just…let me be part of this too.”

Scout nudged Spy, grunting, “C’mon, let her come with us if she promises to never call you ‘baby’ in front of me again,”

Spy couldn’t stop the little snort that left him, and he looked back up at Angelica, his face softened somewhat. “All right…” he sighed. “But don’t blame me if the Administrator loses her temper with me for this!”

Angelica waved him off, following him and Scout out of the kitchen. “Oh, I’ll sweet-talk her, don’t worry!”

[c2istar]

Angae 안개

“Through information exchange, I can offer you a balance of terror.”

Age: 40+    

Species: Eastern chipmunk   

Handedness: Cross-dominance

Personality: A gentle and sophisticated chipmunk who’s also very assertive and will speak in chilling modulated tone when genuinely angry. He has a bit of an inferiority complex and feels the need to prove himself despite the risk he’s in. He feels that he is being held back by expectation and society, this results in him developing a repressed aggressive side accumulated by his psychosis episode where he sometimes engages in violent while his brain sugar coated his surroundings.

Like: Barbeque, Jazz music, Photography, Romantic film, Rose wine, Ballet

Dislike: Being late, Document with bad format, Sweets, Messiness, Therapy

Occupations: Intelligence analyst, Armament Expert, Tank Engineer

Story: Angae was Tulip Island’s armament engineer in charge of weapon production and distribution. His home nation was annexed by West coast and so he escaped to Southwood as an immigrant under the condition that he must enlisted to Southwood defense force. Regretting that he ran off to save himself despite being a soldier, he reaches back to the source immediately once he received offer to be a sleeper agent task with the IMINT analysis on Southwood’s armament for Tulip Island. Years later he feels isolated and start obsessively track down the case officer who contacted him only to find out that this is a case of false flag penetration where he’s under the belief that he is working for Tulip Island while in fact it was Northland that recruited him. Noticed that Angae had overstepped the boundary. Northland blackmailed Angae, reminding him that right now to Southwood he’s a spy and to Tulip Island he’s a traitor. Under that condition, Angae was forced to defected to Northland whom he knows will kill him the second he’s out of usefulness but maybe he too can use Northland to free his home nation.

Skills examples:

Is a gun expert which allow him to: Identified the number of ammunitions each gun carries, identifies type of gun from bullet and wound impact, Disassembled the gun or activated a safety lock of his opponent, and perform quick maintenance and assembled firearms on spot.

Handling firearm attached to automotive made him learn mechanic skills which allow him to: Perform maintenance tank and other automotive on spot, sabotage tank and other automotive, and capable of stealing automotive or tank parts.

Due to his expertise in ammunition, he is very well educated in the matter of firefighting which allows him to plan arson that would require complicated methods to put out.

His experience as sleeper agent and Rosemary unit’s commander make him a cryptanalysis and IMINT expert. Being able to design a good encrypted code as well as decoding one.

Is a sniper with very remarkable marksmanship and has high physical endurance which allows him to use powerful long range fired arm most soldier his size would not be able to handle.

Note:

Due to him abusing Modafinil and Pitolisant in the past to work double shift, he suffered psychosis episode from it. However, his audio reception is still accurate and Angae can use it to deduce his way out of his visual inaccuracy. In fact, he tends to treat his psychosis episode more like a temporary blindness that can be managed with Risperidone.

He cannot seek help from psychologists as his work is highly confidential and Angae might end up endangering them. He also knows too much too retired as Northland will never keep him alive if not directly under their control.

He constantly carries a camera with him as in his case, most hallucinations won’t appear on photo or video records and there is time where he is too mentally distress to deduce his way out of his psychosis, has no access to Risperidone, too tired to think straight or was entirely consumed by it due to stress.

He is very religious because of Tulip Island’s upbringing style and often prays whenever he tries to bring himself down from stress or to prevent himself from panicking.

His fur grows very fast and needs to be trim often, Seoltang usually takes the job but he’s very bad at it.

He uses a body mist that smells like wild berries and cheesecake, his nation’s signature dessert.

[ultrajaphunter]

1/ Gaza Map Update IDF Despite Really Hard Battle Involving Dismounting Troops/Spec Forces at Night Allegedly Breaking Through to Gaza City Center, But as We Can't Confirm it,

We Can Still Produce This Map that is Made on Only Verified Locations (blue limits for IDF)

2/ From Yesterday Evening.

I Also had Direct Infos That the Area Between the North South Axis, West to the Defensive Walls (Stripe Areas) Are Indeed Totally Under Complete Surveillance.

What i was Just Not Able to Figure Out is if There is a Junction with Troops Coming From Beit

3/ hanoun or not. Also infos from journalist i've translate seems to confirms all the geoloc that were assessed to make this map. Actually what an israeli journalist said on the ground is that all the main axis are AT least under direct control up to 500m to be able to interdict

main threats that would come toward them.

They Have Special Team of Sniper Controlling Main Nods Outside the City & They have Full Control of All LOCS.

Also Down South... Toward the canal that was set to be the "Frontier" the Situation seems to be Under Control even if we

Don't know for sure Exactly the extend of IDF control, But as We have not received Any videos from any Channels coming from Al Qassm Brigades/Hamas or other Groups, I Guess They Did not Plan so Much to Harass IDF in this Area.

So the Main Road Salah Al Deen is Under Control.

As a Reminder : for Gen Context and Main Roads and Main Cities.

So Basically and as we Speak, IDF is Trying to make Both Basic maneuver to fully Surround the City (reaching North and South Forces that were engaged) and on the Main Road Along the Sea, Called Al Rashid,

They Are at About 5km to Each others. Maybe Less Actually as they certainly have Moved From Previous Positions (i'm quite Sure We Have at least 24h delay videos and infos About the Hot Spots) I'm not Sure if IDF is Also on the Al Quds Axis that Would Lead to City center (as IDF Claim They Already Have Partially Reached.... so i Guess SOF)

What is certain is that we Arer Witnessing at Least 5 different Mil Ground Forces Involved in Their Own Specialties. so : Heavy Armored brigades / Engineers Corps / Light Mecha-infantry Special Units / SOF / "Basic" Infantry Troops on the Rear/Support Also Tunnel Special groups

i will let you dive in this if you want to : https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fe/Structure_idf.png… for basics understanding and let you know that yes... the "General Staff Reconnaissance Unit" (formerly Unit 269 or Unit 262), more commonly known as Sayeret Matkal (סיירת מטכ״ל), which is the special

reconnaissance unit (sayeret) of Israel's General Staff (matkal). They are considered one of the premier special forces units of Israel. and yes they are of course fully participating in the assaults of very well fortified and well defended strongholds by Hamas. good thing

for them is that they have full air supremacy and when they feel the situation is too 'hot' (danger close) they can just call (JTAC) the jets/helos to give "locations" & someone is going to deliver the appropriate (sometimes you can go up to 2 tons JDAM) on enemy locations !

quick side note : that's what Ukrainians are asking for YEARS !!! wooooah so "funny" to witness military perform to their optimum when they do have all the proper tools to make proper combined operations !!

ok and just another side note : if you are interested in Israeli special forces : check for Refaim / Duvdevan / 669 / Shaldag / Shayetet 13 / Sayeret Matkal / Yamam I can tell you one thing is that "Ghosts" are everywhere right now... ;-

[doobnnoob-tf2]

What do u think would happen if like.. Someone put a box full of puppies at the entrance of the base and left, would they take them in?? - ☕( Sorry if this is too Hard to understand english isnt my first language)

puppies?  left outside?  well they’re gonna be making some noise.  Sniper will most likely be the one to discover them.  he wouldn’t know what the hell to do at first, really.  eventually, he relents.  he’s weak, one of the puppies barks up at him and his heart melts.  he picks the box up and takes them inside so they’re safe from the elements and everyone can figure out what to do with them

upon bringing them in and setting the box down to show everyone, Scout and Pyro immediately pick out a dog each and start gushing.  Scout’s always wanted a puppy and immediately sets to begging everyone to let him keep just one please oh please oh please!  he swears up and down he’ll do everything for it and no one will even know it’s there!  Pyro is thrilled with the idea and starts to help with begging

Heavy and Demoman also each grab a puppy.  Demoman is quickly starting to be persuaded by Scout’s idea of keeping one.  he’s already coming up with the idea of turning one of his old grenade launchers into a tennis ball launcher.  the one Heavy is holding yawns and falls asleep in his arm and he moves away from the others so it may have more quiet to take its nap.  he pets it ever so gently, not even needing to be persuaded anymore

Soldier picks up the final puppy and already names it.  Sargent Barks.  he and Lieutenant Bites will be best friends, he just knows it!  he’s already setting up the first play date for them to meet, rambling on about all the battle plans he’ll have to change with this newest addition to the team

Spy is the one who suggests the idea they should maybe instead take them to a vet.  they’re mercenaries, not a kennel.  a vet can find them homes, that’s for the best.  why is no one listening to him?  they don’t have anywhere to keep a puppy!  no one points out that he’s yet to stop petting the one Scout is holding but everyone notices

Medic cringes, not because he’s opposed to puppies.. but because who knows if they’ve been vaccinated or have worms or are diseased.  he rounds them all back into the box and takes them down to the Medbay to run tests and give them what they need.  someone goes to accuse him of taking them for their organs and he scoffs at the idea.  they’re puppies, HE only deals with black market organs.  the audacity!

at the end of the day, Engineer collects the puppies and drives them to town so they can go to a vet and find homes.  he agrees, it’s for the best.  everyone is sad as he puts the box into his truck and drives away.  and yet no one stops to tell him that a disguise mask with a puppy drawn on it flutters out the window.  everyone looks around and Scout is nowhere to be seen.  Spy lights a cigarette and wonders aloud - in a very sarcastic tone - how that must have happened

don’t worry, you did great!  and I’m naming you Tea!  C: