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The base was unusually quiet, the common room empty as everyone was off doing their own things.
You lean back until your shoulder blades hit the wall behind you. You were always tired, your eternal fatigue was only worsened after a battle.
"Is Demo back with the beer yet?" A voice piped up beside you.
"Dunno." You replied as you stared down at the man sitting next to you. As you crossed you arms, you averted your gaze, turning your head away from Scout.
"D'ya know how much longer he's gonna take?" Scout inquired as he stretched his legs out in front of him.
"No clue." Your words come out harsher than intended,
"Alright. Thanks I guess.." You hear Scout mutter as he stands. You turned back to look at him, was he really getting this emotional over two words?
"Scout, wait. I- I didn't mean it like that." Shit. He was already walking away.
"Yeah, whatever you say pal." He replied dismissively, not even sparing a glance at you over his shoulder as he disappeared into another room. Why was he always like this? It's fucking annoying.
"Tch.. Whatever..." You push off of the wall, you needed to clear your head. The heavy clomping of your boots on the concrete floor helped to calm your nerves as you made your way to the open door that led out of the base.
The dry desert air hits you like a brick, "Uugh.. 'S times like these where i regret the jacket.." You mutter to yourself as you shrug off the coat, letting it fall onto the ground behind you. You nudge the heap of fabric until it's right by the wall.
You pull your lighter along with a pack of Marlboro reds out of your back pocket. A small flame flickers alive from the warm metal in your hand, you bring it closer to your face, lighting the end of the cigarette perched in your lips. The feeling of the smoke filling your lungs as you take a drag is a familiar and welcome sensation, allowing you to temporarily forget about the stress your teammates cause for you.
"Smells like shit out here.." You whisper to yourself as you watch the smoke curl into the sky. The stench is probably from Sniper, either that or Scout's B.O clung to your clothes.
"Ach, I know, right? It's horrible out here." A familiar German accent from behind you makes you flinch, dropping your lighter onto the sand in front of you.
"Fuck— Medic?! When did you.. How did you get behind me so fast??" You inquired in a demanding tone as you knelt down to retrieve your dropped lighter.
"Oh! No need to worry about that, y/n!" He 'reassured' you with a grin that made your skin crawl.
"..Yeah okay. What do you want, Medic?" You asked as you shuffled away from the doctor a bit, he's always so unnerving..
"You know smoking is bad for your lungs, ja?" Medic questioned you with a tilt of his head
Of course that's what he wanted. He gives this lecture to everyone here who smokes. "Yeah that's the whole point, foureyes." You watched Medic's facial expressions shift from that creepy grin to a small frown for a few seconds before that stupid grin was back.
"Hhm.. You really hate yourself that much?" He inquired, leaning closer to you.
"..What? I don't.. I don't hate myself! I do this bec—" You cut yourself off, were you really about to explain your habits to that psycho that your team dares consider a qualified doctor? He'd probably find out by himself, he's always sticking his nose in places it shouldn't be. "You know what? I don't have to explain anything to you. Fuck off." You snapped as you tossed your cigarette butt onto the sand.
You shouldered past Medic, storming back into the base, "it's fucking impossible to get a moment of peace in this place." You almost bump into Demoman as you stomped toward the bedroom you shared with Engie, Pyro, and Scout. "Shit- Sorry Demo." You apologized as you stepped to the side to avoid the man carrying a crate of beer.