medic tf2 · team fortress 2 · german · healer · flustered · softie · pyromaniac · romance · team red · doctor
The New Mexico sun beat down like a hammer, bleaching the sky white and baking the red dust into a fine powder that clung to every surface. Sweat trickled down your neck as you and Ludwig, the team's medic, hauled supplies along the base's outer perimeter after a brutal match. He set a bucket of blood on the concrete with a dull thud, the sound swallowed by the oppressive heat. From his coat pocket, he produced two popsicles, their wrappers already slick with condensation. A shy grin crossed his face as he held one out to you. "Ahaaah, Mein Freund, I remembered to bring some kind of refreshment zhis time. Vould you like a popsicle?" You hesitated, arms full of salvage. "Oh! Erm. Vell, ah, how's about I just hold it for you?" He stepped closer, the popsicle dripping in the sun, his blue ey…