#pengoowrites

SNIPER

The barracks were a circus. You’d tried to tough it out, pillow over your head, earplugs jammed in, but nothing drowned out the thundering footsteps, cackling laughter, and someone (presumably scout) blasting music through the walls. By the time midnight rolled around, you were at your wit's end. Which was how you found yourself standing outside Sniper's van, bag in hand, feeling ridiculous. You knocked once, twice. The door cracked open, and Sniper blinked down at you, hair a wild mess, glasses slightly askew. "..?"

You shifted awkwardly. "Can't stay in the barracks tonight. Too much noise. Thought maybe you'd, uh—have room."

For a long moment he just stared, unreadable. Then, without a word, he stepped back and gestured you inside. "Okay wow did not expect him to let me inside so easy." you wonder to yourself. The van was exactly what you expected,cramped, a little cluttered, but not dirty. A couch folded out into a bed along one wall, maps and shell casings scattered across the counter, a battered kettle sitting on a portable stove. It smelled faintly of dust and coffee. "Not much", Sniper said, scratching the back of his neck, "but it's quiet." "Exactly what I need." You set your things down and collapsed onto the couch with a groan. He watched you for a moment, then moved around the space in that efficient, quiet way of his,tidying a pile of papers, shoving a crate of bullets under the counter, straightening a blanket like he hadn’t thought about it in forever. "Appreciate it,"you said, breaking the silence. He shrugged, busying himself with the kettle." Don’t mention it." The kettle began to whistle, and Sniper poured two mugs without asking if you wanted one. He handed it to you, black, bitter, but warm,and then settled in the driver’s seat, rifle across his knees. For a while, the only sounds were the ticking of the engine as it cooled and the quiet slurp of coffee. You thought he might start talking—about the mission tomorrow, about the others—but he didn’t. And that was fine. The silence wasn’t awkward. It was… restful. Eventually, your eyelids drooped. You set the mug aside and stretched out on the couch. Grabbing the blanket from your bag, you mutter a soft "Thanks again." before drifting off to sleep. When you woke, the van was dim with early morning light. Sniper was still in the driver’s seat, head tilted back, hat over his face, rifle within reach. Softly snoring. For a moment, you watched him, marveling at how someone could be so completely comfortable in their own company. Then you realized,maybe, just maybe,he didn’t mind yours either.

He automatically pours two mugs, doesn’t even ask if you want one. The drinks are always too bitter, but it’s comforting.

Sniper doesn’t force conversation, but the quiet never feels heavy. It’s a calm you don’t get in the base. Sometimes you just sit, listening to the faint hum of the desert outside.

When he does speak, it’s usually about simple things—weather, terrain, the latest mission. But every so often, he drops a line about life that sticks with you, rough-edged wisdom from a man who’s spent too long on his own.

ENGINEER

Engie technically has a bunk with Pyro, but he spends more nights in his workshop than anywhere else. A little cot and a beat-up couch tucked in the corner do the job. He shrugs it off: "Why walk all the way back when I can kip right here?"

The workshop is always softly lit, lamps and blueprints scattered about. The hum of machines and faint smell of oil/gunpowder make the place feel oddly cozy, even homey, despite all the gadgets lying around.

You opened the workshop door and were immediately met with the familiar buzz of machines, the occasional clink of metal on metal, and the low hum of a welder somewhere in the corner. It was loud, but not chaotic. Not like the barracks. Engie glanced up from his workbench, goggles perched on his forehead. "Evenin'. what can I do you fer'?" You sigh, rubbing your temples. "Too much racket back at the base. Thought I’d… uh… see if I could crash here for a while. Somehow much quieter here despite the machinery and stuff." He gave a small, easy smile and gestured toward the corner. "Couch or cot. Take yer pick. Don't mind the noise." The couch looked worn but welcoming. You sank into it, listening to the steady rhythm of Engie's work, the soft clatter of tools, the whir of a small motor, his quiet muttering as he adjusted a gadget. The noise wasn't jarring, it was predictable, almost soothing. Engie poured two mugs of coffee, the steam curling into the air. "Here ya go. Not too strong, I promise. Just enough to keep yer eyes open if th' work bothers ya none." You took it gratefully, letting the warmth seep into your hands. "Thanks." you smile softly. Leaning back as the rhythmic sounds of the workshop continued. It wasn't silence. It wasn't complete peace. But it was calm in its own way, and having Engie nearby, working and humming, made it feel like the world had slowed down just for you.

Engie's talkative but never overwhelming. He'll chat about his projects, share old stories from his homwtown, or ask about your day. The conversation flows naturally.

If you doze off on the couch, he just smiles, drapes a spare blanket over you, and goes right back to his work. He doesn't mind the company, it’s nice to have someone appreciating the quiet in his space.

Sometimes he turns on the radio to an old country or jazz station. He hums along under his breath, sometimes you join in. Leading to a small kareoke session between you two.

When you come looking for quiet, he doesn't question it. Just waves you in, clears off the couch, and asks if you want something to eat. There’s usually a stash of sandwiches or a pot of chili he’ll happily share.

SNIPER

This man.... is built like a tree. I'd say a good 5'10 or maybe 6'0?

Sniper is a very private guy, but around you, he’s unexpectedly soft. You’re like a little sun that warms up his cold, solitary lifestyle. He adores your chubby cheeks and belly. He’s not overly vocal, but he’ll absentmindedly squeeze your sides or rest his big hands on your tummy while you cuddle. He likes to pull you into his lap when he’s sitting, wrapping his arms around you. The contrast of his long, lean frame and your softness is his favorite thing.

He likes napping with you curled up against him,your warmth makes him sleep better than he has in years.He has this habit of tracing your curves with his long fingers when he’s relaxed..like he’s memorizing you.

ENGINEER

I'd like to think he loves to be a little pricks sometimes like “Oi, short stuff, need a ladder for that?” when you try to reach something.

With his biting habits? You better watch out because your thighs have just become his new chewtoy. Your legs will be tattooed with bite marks the second he gets a hold of you 🤑

At 5’6”, Engie’s not the tallest on the team, but next to you at 5’0 he still gets a kick out of the difference. He’ll build you little step stools for around the workshop so you can reach things without struggling. He even engraves your name on one.

Your softness? He adores it. He loves having you in his lap, leaning against him while he works on blueprints or strums his guitar. Writes love notes in the margins of his blueprints when you’re not looking.

He’s a fantastic cook, and he’ll absolutely make meals catered to you. If you bake or cook too, he’s in heaven—he’ll join you in the kitchen and turn it into a team project.

Medic

- Medic is proud of you for seeking help. He noticed the bandages and, with genuine concern, asked if you wanted to talk. He knows how important it is to have someone listen.

- In his office, he listens without judgment as you open up about your struggles. Medic then suggests regular check-ins, encouraging you to reach out whenever you feel overwhelmed. "You are stronger than you realize, mein freund . There are other ways to cope like harming someone else other than yourself! Remember, my door is always open."

"Oh okay wow thanks medic."

"no worries mein freund :)"

- He offers resources like books on mental health and teaches you stress relief techniques. Medic even shares some basic medical knowledge, so you can better understand your body and how to care for it. He’s always there for you, providing unwavering support.

"Would you like me to help remove those thoughts of yours?"

"you are not going anywhere near my brain."

Spy

- Spy, ever observant, sees the subtle signs of your struggle. He'd brush it off aside during the day but find himself wanting a chat with you alone.

- He'd take you to his smoking room using this private moment to discuss serious matters. "Tell me ma fleur. What's on your mind?"

As you pour your heart out of your struggles and how you've been slowly trying to heal he listens with intent.

"Mon ami, we all have our demons. What matters is how we face them. You have the strength to overcome this, and I will be here to help you every step of the way."

- Spy keeps a watchful eye on you from a distance, ensuring you’re never alone in your vulnerable moments. He wants you to know you can always rely on him for support. Hell he'd start getting noticeably closer to you.

Demoman

- Demoman is proud of you for opening up. He brings it up casually, noticing your reluctance to show your arms. With genuine concern, he gently prods and listens.

"Aye I hear ye lassie/laddie"

- He shares his own struggles, making you feel less isolated and more understood. I feel as though he would occasionally offer a bottle or 2 of scrumpy to *help* in which you would always refuse but thank him.

- He regularly checks in on you, using humor and camaraderie to lighten your mood and make sure you’re doing alright.

"Ye know, we all got our battles. But ye don't have to fight 'em alone. Anytime ye feel down, just come find me. We'll have a laugh, aye?"

Pyro

They notice your distress through your body language and offer comfort without words. Pyro sits beside you, offering his toys and gadgets to play around with to distract your mind from the simple idea of harming yourself.

"Mmphhshs mpyymph mpthhh mthjs mppjdhh"

"Thank you pyro"

- They introduce you to creative activities like painting or building crafts, helping you channel your emotions into art. Pyro’s presence becomes a comforting constant.

- Pyro ensures you always have a safe space to retreat to, filled with comforting and familiar items to help ground you during tough times.

Sniper

- Sniper would be a little taken aback I feel. Sure he had noticed your change in behavior but he wasn't really expecting it.

- He invites you to his perch, sharing the tranquility of the outdoors. Sniper opens up about his own ways of dealing with isolation and stress, teaching you about the calming effects of nature. "It's alright, mate. Sometimes, getting out here and away from it all helps clear the mind. Whenever you need to talk or just want some company, you know where to find me."