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It's been three years since Scout and Sniper became a thing, and about four and a half years since they first met.
They started out with Sniper finding Scout annoying and obnoxious, until the marksman eventually warmed up to him somehow. They became somewhat friends, only because Sniper was forced to tolerate him, to actually be friends, bestest friends as Scout worded it, to now, boyfriends.
Though through that explanation alone it sounded quick and easy, anticlimactic type but you'd be wrong too. The whole them becoming a thing was unexpected and messy at the time, a whole lot of fights happened throughout to the point that it was an embarrassing amount of it. But somehow they made it work and it felt right to them. They couldn't be more happier with each other. They were a team, and they always worked and helped each other out even when during phases where they hated each other's guts.
Sniper had changed a lot since meeting Scout and despite not saying it a lot, he was grateful of Scout for changing him for the better, helped him through battles he thought was pointless in overcoming. Sniper didn't like people, affection, couldn't take compliments well, couldn't speak well, he gets nervous a lot, his hygiene used to be bad, his smoking habits were getting worst and so much more.
Scout changed all that. He cleaned up, got better at taking and giving affection, because of him, it even gave Sniper the confidence to approach and be close to the other members when at the time he didn't knew how to speak to them.
In short, Sniper's life got better when Scout walked into his life. And Sniper was so thankful, he wanted to thank Scout more, he wanted them to be together more, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him.
He wanted him right by his side even after their contracts ended.
And an idea popped up in the Australian's head.
He planned to propose.
Today was day one on planning his proposal. First things first, have the rings made. Sniper had thought he could just buy one already made, but he didn't want those generic looking rings. He wanted one custom made to Scout's liking, he deserves to have one like that.
Now, to get the size of his finger. At first Sniper thought he could get sneaky with it, maybe measure it while Scout was asleep, something like that. That was harder than expected since the little rascal was always twisting in turning in his sleep and the fact that he was a light sleeper too. He would wake up immediately, which Sniper shouldn't be shocked by now, the guy grew up with seven brothers. Of course, he's going to be a light sleeper. And if Sniper risked it and had taken too long to measure his finger while he was asleep that would just blow the whole thing.
So he thought of something that might be the next best thing.
The marksman went to Medic's.
Surely the man has something on fingers, right? He does have all of their files and information about them and the mad man was obsessed with information about their team's bodies.
Sniper approached the double doors of the infirmary, not exactly going inside yet but stopped contemplating if this is even a good idea. He involuntarily frowned when he remembered what Medic tends to do at this time of day. He never liked the infirmary and Medic's weird experiments. Out of everyone, Sniper was probably the person with the least visits to Medic, because don't get him wrong, Medic is a man that Sniper can tolerate and respect, is what he does tends to not sit right with him.
Sniper sighed, as if he needed to get ready for whatever will happen as he knocked on the door.
An immediate response came.
"Come in!" The German's voice yelled from inside.
Sniper then went to open one of the doors, peaking as his face fell to see what the Medic was doing.
Currently he was in surgery with nothing but the Heavy on the table and Medic being elbows deep into his stomach.
Sniper eyes widened and froze at the door. Contemplating whether to run away and come back later until Medic saw him and gestured for him to come closer.
"Ah, Herr Sniper! Come in, come in! I was just about finish with Heavy here." Medic casually pulled his bloodied arm out and waved to him. Not caring about the blood he was spraying around.
Sniper was at least thankful he was done on whatever he was doing to Heavy. What has this mad mad done to the big guy now? He got more comfortable walking in when Medic had closed up Heavy with the Medigun, at least he didn't have to look at his insides anymore.
Medic quickly cleaned up his bloody arms and turned to Sniper. "What seems to be the problem? I don't see a gaping stab would or anything bleeding on you."
Sniper shook his head. "None of that for me. I'm just wonderin if.." Sniper bit his lip, he didn't knew how to say this without sounding disturbing. Or in fact, saying his plans to them. What if they judge him? Although, they knew him and Scout were a thing. But what if they make fun of him?
So many what ifs came suddenly, it made Sniper froze.
Medic's eyebrow raised before snapping his fingers infront of him. "Sniper? You vere vondering?"
Sniper blinked, snapping out of it and was once again back to reality. "Huh? Crikey.. Right." He sighed, dug his hands into his pockets that was becoming sweaty.
"Do you have a measurement of.. Scout's finger?" Sniper had to shut his eyes when he said that.
Medic's eyebrows raised. "Scout's fingers?"
Sniper nodded and looked down. "Ring finger specifically.."
There was silence for a second.
"Sniper is planning to propose?" Heavy suddenly spoke up, sitting up from the bed.
Sniper's eyes widened, he almost jumped, he thought the big guy was asleep! Guess no point in hiding or lying about it now.
"Y-Yea.. Yea. I want it to be perfect so I asked if maybe Medic knows something. I-It's fine if you don't have-"
"Oh herr Sniper! That is vonderful! Here let me find what I can." Medic's voice suddenly boomed an excited tone and walked away to find what he could. With his tone like that, Sniper can safely assume Medic was fine with it with no judgement.
That leaves Sniper and Heavy.
"Did not expect for you to be asking leetle Scout for marriage." Heavy spoke up again.
Sniper shrugged. "It just feels right.. He's done so much for me already. I want to do this for him, treat him right and ask him to be mine officially. Our contracts is aboutta end and I want to spend my days after it with him."
Heavy had a soft smile on him. "You are good man Sniper, wish you best of luck."
A blush formed into the marksman's face and a small smile. "Thanks mate."
"Here, This should help you!" Medic suddenly came back, Sniper didn't know what he was expecting but certainly not that.
His face fell and morphed into a mix of disgust and horrified when Medic had brought out a jar.
A jar filled with fingers with what it looks like Scout's fingers judging by the loosely sticked paper on it with "Scout" written on it.
"Where the bloody hell did you get that?"
Medic smiled and set it down on the table. "Harvested it during battles whenever you all vere killed. I knew keeping your fingers would become useful someday!" He casually opened it and started to dig into it, the disgusting green tinted liquid flushed around as the german was trying to grab the ring finger.
Sniper pressed his lip into a line and desperately tried not to show that he wanted to vomit right then and there. And the thought of what he just said, there's maybe a chance Medic also has a collection on all of their fingers. Even Sniper's, which made all of this more messed up.
The australian waited and eventually Medic smiled and pulled out a finger from the jar, showing it to Sniper. It was beyond pale and dripping with whatever liquid Medic had filled it with. Looks like Scout's finger enough.
"This should be the right one. You can keep it if you need it!" Medic grinned as he waved the disembodied finger in front of Sniper.
"Bloody hell.." Sniper couldn't help but flinch when Medic tried to hand it to him. "Nah, nah.. You can keep it.. I just need the measurements." Sniper said, made it very clear he did not want to touch it let alone keep it.
Medic shrugged before turning to his desk and grabbed a measuring tape. Quickly wrapping it around the base of the finger, once done he grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the measurements Sniper needed.
Medic turned back and gave the paper to Sniper, who almost hesitated because Medic was about to give him a paper covered in whatever green liquid that he just dunked his hand in filled with Scout's fingers.
But he gulped and took it anyway, making sure to pinch the dry part of the paper.
"Thanks, mate. This'll help a lot. I'll be going now." Sniper turned, he had never wanted to be out of the infirmary so fast in his life.
Medic and Heavy paid no mind and waved goodbye.
"Good luck herr Sniper!" Medic grinned again, his hands proudly landing on his hips seeing the marksman disappear.