“When am I never not brave?”

RED scoffs at the taller man, black stained eyes glaring in challenge. Angel is just feeling like being in feral gremlin mode since this creepy ass guy is way too close for comfort near their base. You bet he will start shit and will be sure to finish it this time.

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Aldrich frowned (somewhat nervously) down at the messily wrapped present in his large hands, standing in front of Angel’s door after he had knocked. Finsternis and Dämmerung sat on either shoulder, chirping and purring in curiosity at their surroundings. Löwenzahn had taken up residence sitting on the ARC’s head, grooming his hair messily and Edelweiss was curled up in the crook of her Father’s arm, making small squeaks of protest whenever he moved too much. 

Hardly a hair stirred inside the engineering barn as the snow outside laid a soft stilling blanket of quiet around the base, encasing his space in silence with exception of the occasional crack of wood from the iron stove behind him keeping him warm. The gentle scratch of his pen gliding over his sketch book was the only thing moving as the stoic blu sat focused on the idea he was shaping on the paper; the warm glow from the sun peeking out from behind the snowy storm clouds seeping in through the half opened door leading in. Basking the gravel dusted cement floor with a golden hue that was in contrast of the biting cold outside, adding to the warmth radiated from the fire that was the only thing keeping it from bleeding further inside. At the sound of unfamiliar steps approaching that were too low for her father to hear, the tiny bundle of black rolls roused from her content spot on the old mattress before the stove with a curious perk of her head. 

Buried under the heavy stream of mentally mapping out the newest update he was drawing out to blue print later, Levi didn’t move when the scout’s silhouette filled his doorway and cast a dim shadow across the Mann.Co. vehicles he passed. It wasn’t until the small ink black pug gave a small snorted sound of warning did the man’s icy blue ponds slowly turn toward the other, though the look in them said his mind was still elsewhere where ever he had been while working as they slowly came to focus again. The chilly silver and blue tundra crawling briefly over the scout as the engineer straightened his back with a tired sigh, the lean muscles that shifted and wound under the thin thermal grey shirt he wore popping a few joints stiffly from being hunched as long as he had. Murmuring out a low short snort that rolled with the electric sound of distant thunder, like the start of a winter storm in the distance was brewing in the bowls of his chest with that one breath at the obvious comment.

The RED raised his hands in mock surrender. He wasn’t too worried about the other Runner getting a little hissy, completely understandable but would prefer to remain out of impact zone from a ball to the head. Hopefully, the wall would remain the primary victim, cuz seriously he didn’t want a headache either.

Tho oh boy Angel held back a chuckle. If only the guy knew how bad that RED sniper could get. Unwrapped hands dropped, one dipping into their back pocket to fish out a cig and fiddled with the semi-crushed pack.

“Hey, you’re more than free to go at him if you feel brave enough, I ain’t his babysitter. I’ll suggest you try not to be in the same room with him tho, fucker is somehow much more slippery than a spy.”

Don’t ask how the RED knows. There’s a reason why one footstep sounded a bit heavier than the other.

   BLU threw the ball again, with even more force than earlier and when it hit his palm, it stung real bad. It’d definitely turn red in just a bit, matching his nose and cheeks.

   “Oh, I will! I will find his dumb little bird nest before our Spy does, and I will go wild, pal. W I L D. But I ain’t gonna kill him, ohhohh no... I’ll make sure he’ll be just barely alive. He wanna play? I’ll show him how I play. Stupid, jerk, dumb stupid accent––”  thud, thud, smack.  “Annoying damn voice––”  Thud, thud, smack.  “Dumb, stupid fuckin’ face––”  thud, slam, smack.

   Jeremy gritted his teeth and gave all he had which caused the baseball to bounce much higher and making him miss it as it flew past over them both. He cursed under his breath and winced. Well, at least it didn’t hit him in the head...

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Bill was currently sitting in an office that had been assigned to him for the moment, at least until he needed to go report back. 

He had been filling out paperwork; supply requests. He had an empty mug at his desk. He had filled it and then emptied it, just to give anyone who walked in the illusion that he had been drinking coffee.

"Easy.” Sniper said, grabbing the Scout by the back of the shirt and tugging him into the base in one quick motion. “Sticky trap. You’ll wanna try the other exit.”