0

One of the last things you were aware of was how tightly his hand was pressed into yours, so much so that you felt your dying heart beat synchronize with quick, strong and very much alive one.

5

Although it seemed like hours, it was only mere minutes ago that the RED spy had missed a backstab by inches. You screamed and screamed for a medic, or anybody, when Scout, your Scout, ran towards you with intel on his back.

4

The young man, hardly an adult, (not that you couldnt say the same about yourself at the time) grabbed your hand, squeeing it occasionally
while trying to get you to talk in a feeble effort to keep you alive. You both knew it, but he didnt want to admit you were going to die.

3

It was a few months back when you first got to know him. It was the middle of the night, and you were in the mess kitchen when a bomb went off. It blew the whole north wing of the building to bits, including your room. Soldier said it would take months to rebuild it, your room included.

2

The room was small, and you agreed to share the bed simply so nobody would trip over someone else if they had to get up. Strictly to save space. But after a few nights, you woke to your body pressed against the Scouts, right down to the bend in your knees. Your head was at an awkward angle, and his lips were pressed onto your ear, a small part between them. His arms were wrapped around your stomach like you were a stuffed animal. But innocent things like this got serious quickly, as many aspects of your "secret" relationship. Some of the more perceptive members of the team saw through it quickly, but didnt intervene, thinking it as something that would pass.

1

Your respawn chip was glitched. You knew it, Medic knew it. Nobody else. You couldn't let Scout know, he would watch you like a hawk, and BLU would lose intel rounds like crazy. When he saw you lying there pathetically, in a pool of blood, he knew something was wrong. You hadn't gone to respawn yet. He babbled on and on, trying to keep you aware until Medic found you.

You cupped his cheek in you blood covered hand, pressing your thumb to his lips to silence him. You strain to make your voice heard over the ever muting din of the battle.

Your voice is raspy and weak, but you manage to whisper out the words.

"H-hush little baby.. d..dont say a word...

ma... mama's gonna buy you a m... mockingbird...

a... and if that mocking bird dont s... sing... mam..mama's gonna..."

You mouth out the rest of the words, your voice unable to keep going.

You no longer have the energy to speak, only to give him a small smile. Your hand slips from his cheek, and he grabs it and puts pressure into the hold. You look at the face that you sang that same lullabye to after he crawled into your newly built room confessing terrible nightmares.

You feel your dying heartbeat synchronize to his as he startss to yell your name, and then for a medic, anybody. Your vision starts to go dark as he looks down at you again, reasurring you for the hundreth time that everything will be okay. Your vision dies completely, and you mouth out a silent "'Night, Scout..." to him.

Scout

He picks up te lifeless body, cradling it to his chest, and gives out a booming howl of pain and raw emotion. Setting the body into a hidden corner, he wipes his bloody hands onto the side of the building, and slams that spot with his fist.

A wild look comes into his eyes, full of sadness and hate. He lets loose another scream, this time filled with anger, and picks up his scattergun. Givning the intel on his back a pull to makesure its secure, he vows that he will kill that spy permanantly, even if he dies trying. He will kill him.