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chapter 1: first encounter (for the reader anyway)
P.s: there will be so much smut in later chapters. get pumped
scout sat by himself in the empty respawn room, blushing and rubbing the tears from his eyes. no one had been in the respawn for a while, indication that the battle had cessed. Hours had passed, And that particular day had been... what you could say.. eventful.
A little backstory for this RED Bostonian: He’s had a HUGE crush on the one and only BLU sniper, one of the most aggressive members towards the REDs. Lets just say he would rip out the throat of anyone wearing red. Scout had no idea how his affection for the sharp shoot grew, but that one day had made his love blossom.(oh god, this sounds so cheesy).
The mission was like every other mission they had that month. The REDs worked for one month, then had one week off. This happened to be the last day until the break. It was exhausting work for the team.
The RED scout sputtered as he tried to catch his breath. An enemy pyro had him on his flank, nearly scorching him alive. He rested his head on a neighboring building. The tired boy slid down the splintered wood and onto the snowy ground that was the Cold Front. tired as he was, it was cold as hell. Anymore of this “rest” and he would be frozen in minutes. Scout’s fingers went numb from the bitter coolness and the pounding snow. the fingertips turned a bright red as he rubbed them against each other and inside his thin runners jacket. This wasn’t an ideal day to be battling. Hell, half the Merchs stopped fired just to warm themselves up. “sigh, why do I even bother?” A warm sting spread across his cheek , trying desperately to keep himself up and alert for that pyro.
Continuing on the path he was intended to stay on, Scout rose from his resting place and back into enemy fire, being sure to keep a steady pace near the BLUs base.
Eyes wandered on top and inside the visible parts of buildings before shutting out the piercing snow like sand. And just by chance, scout was able to catch a certain someone slacking on the job. God, he was so adorable; all curled up on the window sill, gun placed in his lap. maybe he should go “pay a visit”.
P.s: there will be so much smut in later chapters. get pumped
scout sat by himself in the empty respawn room, blushing and rubbing the tears from his eyes. no one had been in the respawn for a while, indication that the battle had cessed. Hours had passed, And that particular day had been... what you could say.. eventful.
A little backstory for this RED Bostonian: He’s had a HUGE crush on the one and only BLU sniper, one of the most aggressive members towards the REDs. Lets just say he would rip out the throat of anyone wearing red. Scout had no idea how his affection for the sharp shoot grew, but that one day had made his love blossom.(oh god, this sounds so cheesy).
The mission was like every other mission they had that month. The REDs worked for one month, then had one week off. This happened to be the last day until the break. It was exhausting work for the team.
The RED scout sputtered as he tried to catch his breath. An enemy pyro had him on his flank, nearly scorching him alive. He rested his head on a neighboring building. The tired boy slid down the splintered wood and onto the snowy ground that was the Cold Front. tired as he was, it was cold as hell. Anymore of this “rest” and he would be frozen in minutes. Scout’s fingers went numb from the bitter coolness and the pounding snow. the fingertips turned a bright red as he rubbed them against each other and inside his thin runners jacket. This wasn’t an ideal day to be battling. Hell, half the Merchs stopped fired just to warm themselves up. “sigh, why do I even bother?” A warm sting spread across his cheek , trying desperately to keep himself up and alert for that pyro.
Continuing on the path he was intended to stay on, Scout rose from his resting place and back into enemy fire, being sure to keep a steady pace near the BLUs base.
Eyes wandered on top and inside the visible parts of buildings before shutting out the piercing snow like sand. And just by chance, scout was able to catch a certain someone slacking on the job. God, he was so adorable; all curled up on the window sill, gun placed in his lap. maybe he should go “pay a visit”.
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Hey, guess what. This needs fan-art