#classicdemolition

Shrugging off the heavy padding, Michael breathes a heavy sigh of relief. All this masquerading was hard for him, considering he was two second from blowing up at Grey Mann every time he opened his mouth. Hopefully, all this would be over soon. The Administrator would get that Australium, they’d get a grade A paycheck, and then it was back to their lives. 

Michael would never admit it out loud, but all this work was starting to wear him down a bit.

The conditions they were given  were sub par. The computers Roy needed were far too slow, the ammo Michael himself used split apart too easily, and Greg was only given robot pieces to make his bombs. Pieces of crap. 

Scrubbing a hand across the back of his neck, Michael shot a look towards the man in question. Gregory himself had walked right on into the room, looking as irritated and disheveled as he was. More irritated than anything to be honest.

Came for the __, stayed for the___ || accepting

there is truly no escape from the mcgrump. he will always be there to antagonize me for the rest of my life…….

Tell my muse how they make your muse feel.

          ❝That’s what you get for being a little bitch on the wrong team assisting in the murder of Sniper.❞

Drab Drabbles [x]

“Gettin’ pretty late, huh?” Michael’s eyes raise skywards. The base is quiet, the battleground is silent, and the remainder of their team is lost to the night. Leaning against his chaingun, Michael’s gaze jumps to Greg, who almost seemed out of breath from the bite of battle they had been enduring. “Doin’ fine?”

“Fine.” He bites back, sending a crooked grin Michael’s way. Forcing himself to stand on a wounded leg, the Demoman’s head raises to the sky. The stars, despite the lights from the base, remaining twinkling and bright. They all but illumiate the ground around them. “What about you, Boss.”

“I’ve been worse.” The RED team has been silent for a long while now. It was almost as if everyone over there was already dead. An unsatisfying end for them if Arthur and Beatrice got to have all the fun without him. “Back’ll probably bruise up bad from the hit earlier-”

“You got someplace to go after all this, Mick?” The question draws Mick to look at the demo.

“Yeah. Had a flat. Kinda big.” He shrugs, trying to show he wasn’t so uncomfortable with talking about stuff like this. “Comfortable. Away from everyone.” A brow arches from behind Greg’s goggles. The Boss wasn’t that much of a people person; he could respect that answer.

“Ya ain’t really open with stuff like that…that mean we’re friends?” His grin grew sly, seeing how Michael tenses up a bit and sends a glare his way. Before he could snap an answer, an explosion goes off. They both could hear Roy’s loud curse, and they immediately knew the battle was on.