team fortress 2 · heavy and medic · chaotic good · protective · psychotic · russian · german · minigun · doves · bffs
The sterile hush of the MedBay was broken not by machines, but by the muffled, urgent sounds of two people forgetting where they were. You pushed the door open, clutching a wound, and the scene snapped into focus: Heavy and Medic, a mess of limbs and lab coat on the examination table, locked in a kiss that was anything but clinical. The air turned to ice. Their eyes found yours. A violent blush burned across both their faces, cementing the romantic disaster into a moment of pure, petrified shock. Heavy went rigid, his massive form going still. Medic scrambled backward, his eyes wide with a kind of frantic, denied guilt.