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It was Monday again. The start of another week, and more battles. The BLU Medic would run into a lot more trouble than usual, if Saturday had been any indication.
Meanwhile, their Medic, the RED one, was charging up the uber for the match start. Vapors were straying around the room, leaving everyone feeling refreshed and ready to spring into battle. Aside from their primary purpose of mending any wounds, of course.
Nothing left to do but wait.
Spy walked over towards Sniper, leaning against the wall next to him. Might as well get it off his chest before he could think about what he was doing.
“That was quite the injury you had.”
“Wai- what?” Sniper was looking at him now, a rather stunned look on his face.
That… probably wasn’t the best way to approach someone about a secret they presumably didn’t want to be known, but oh well. He’d just have to go with it.
“From Friday. The whole thing with the wolf, right?”
The shock of Spy knowing had worn off and now Sniper was starting to feel a bit panicked. His relationship with his parents was unstable enough, what would happen to this newfound one with Spy? Spy, who saw him every day and now knew he wasn’t fully human?
Mission begins in 10 seconds.
“Just… meet me outside after the match.” And with that, Spy walked off, leaving Sniper to figure out what just happened.
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The battle went terribly. Sniper wasn’t able to concentrate at all, knowing someone knew about his… werewolf trait. Especially since it was Spy. Spy, who had been friends with it. What did he think now, knowing that it was Sniper behind those actions?
He’d used the wolf form in order to get closer to Spy, spend time with just the two of them. Even if Spy hadn’t known it was him, those times in the full moon was something he’d looked forward to. Who could blame him? Sniper was often alone, holed up in his camper.
Sniper had wanted to make a friend, and ended up… falling for him. He just couldn’t help it, being drawn in by everything Spy did. The way his hand moved with the butterfly knife, the slight smirk on his face whenever something was going to plan…
Spy wouldn’t want anything to do with him anymore, knowing that he, a werewolf, was trying to get closer to him. Werewolves were generally feared and hated by people, and from what Sniper knew, being chased out of an area wasn’t uncommon for them.
There were a lot of missed shots that day.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how one would look at it, Sniper wasn’t the one whose concentration was elsewhere.
Spy knew he’d fucked up. Sniper’s death count was a lot higher than usual, no thanks to the way he’d been told about how his secret wasn’t so, well, secret anymore.
Now, Spy wasn’t any genius when it came to the supernatural. He knew a few things, but those were mostly from stories he’d heard from random civilians. Almost nothing reliable. Still, most everything he had heard about creatures that defied nature weren’t exactly… positive.
No doubt that played a part in Sniper wanting to keep it under wraps. The stories always described creatures as uncontrollable beasts that weren’t in control of their own actions, as bringers of massacres and streets filled with blood, who woke in the morning without an idea of what happened.
Though Sniper was far from that, at least from Spy’s experience. So either the tales were all false, or Sniper was an exception. After all, he doubted a bloodthirsty creature would actively seek pets on the head or forcibly lay its head on a lap-
Huh. If Sniper was in control as a wolf (which was the only explanation that made sense) then… it was Sniper’s decision to act like that. Which created a new question, pushing aside all other thoughts in his head.
Why would Sniper do that?
The answer was obvious. Spy wasn’t some oblivious teenager, he was a spy, and spies are perceptive and know a lot through someone’s actions alone.
If he was being honest with himself, he rather liked that thought. Sure, Sniper was a bit awkward and had a rather… questionable assortment of weapons on the battlefield, but it was nice, hanging out with him.
The enemy Pyro finished Spy off quite easily. That was his own fault, not paying attention to his surroundings.
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Their defeat was not surprising this time, with two members doing a lot worse than usual. No one said anything about it, but there were a few side glares.
Everyone had gone to their own things now. The two outside, by the side of the building.
“I’m going to be blunt. I know you’re the wolf, from Friday and all those months before.”
Sniper nods, but he’s staring at the ground, the sky, the few plants out there. Anywhere but directly at Spy. Which, in hindsight, was to be expected. It’s not idle chatter this time, it was some sort of confrontation.
“Uh, is anyone else aware of that? Besides you?” There’s something apprehensive about his tone, worried about the knowledge that Spy holds.
Spy shakes his head. “No, I don’t think you have to worry about that. However…” He pauses. “There are some other things I would like to know.”
Sniper figures he owes whatever it is he wants to know to Spy, so he nods again.
“So, how does the whole thing, you know, work? You were there on the full moons, but last time it was a half moon.”
Okay. An easy question, he could do this. “Full moons I have to transform, otherwise I just… turn whenever, I guess.”
Spy nods. “I’m going to assume that you’re in control of your actions as well, then?”
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I know what I’m doing.”
“Alright then. One more thing.”
A pause. They both knew where this was going.
“Sniper, do you, perhaps, have any sort of feelings for me?”
No use denying it now. Whatever happened now was up to how the other reacted.
“Yes, I-I do.” Maybe, just maybe, Spy wouldn’t think poorly of him. He hoped they could still get along after this, as friends.
“Hm.” Spy said nothing for the next minute or so. It was torturous for Sniper, not knowing what would happen between them now.
“If that’s the case, may I kiss you?”
“I- what?” Spy had moved from leaning against the wall next to Sniper and to the spot in front of him. They were awfully close now, Spy’s piercing eyes drilling into Sniper’s.
He wanted to say yes, say anything at all, but his mouth wouldn’t open. So he chose to lean forward instead.