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RED Spy coughed and hacked, his vision blurry with tears, the smell of smoke clinging onto his pinstriped suit, over his shoulder carrying his fellow teammate, the RED Sniper, running as far as he could from the burning flames of the cabin they once used to torture the members of BLU who’d scarred the Sniper. The spy fell on his knees, legs weak and tired, they were at least a few miles away from that hellish place at once. He gently placed the sniper down onto the grass.
He gently shook his arm, “Sniper- Sniper! Wake up.” He then shook his shoulders, starting to panic; he got on top of the other, putting his hands around his cheeks, moving his head around to see if his skull or neck had been damaged in any way. “Sniper, please. Wake up!” He shook him roughly, his breathing rapid and uneven. “Please don’t leave me.” The sniper was the last remaining of the RED’s, of his team, his friends. He was at his limit. He couldn’t bear another brutal death of someone he knew, someone he trusted. He rested his head on the man’s chest, clinging onto his vest for dear life.
Then, a sharp gasp!
The spy looked up, eyes wide with shock and hope; he was alive!
“Bloody… Hell…”
“Sniper!” The spy helped the other up and looked for any further injuries. Aside from the obvious nasty burn scars at the back of his arms, back and legs he was fairly okay, a bit dizzy from the smoke but okay. And that was enough for him.