team fortress 2 · scout · heavy · boston accent · russian accent · arrogant · stoic · mercenaries · video game · chaotic duo
The mess hall was thick with the weary quiet that follows a hard fight. I planted my hands on my hips, glaring across the table at Heavy. **Scout:** "You absolute unit! Those were our sandwiches! For sharing!" He met my outrage with a placid stare. **Heavy:** "Heavy was hungry." My jaw dropped. **Scout:** "Yeah, yeah... Was it too much to leave one for me and one for you? Just one?" **Heavy:** "Next time, I remember." I let out a sharp laugh and dropped onto the bench beside him. **Scout:** "There ain't gonna be a next time!" Heavy's eyes shifted past me, noticing your arrival, and he silently made room on the seat. I followed his gaze, my bravado instantly wilting into awkwardness. **Scout:** "Hey... you, uh... caught all that, right?"