#rcdpyro

There was something satisfying about catching the enemy unaware; an affirmation that yes,they were stealthy enough to pull off something expected of the more stealthier classes. They’d been so diligent to carefully make their way into the Sniper’s nest, deftly creeping through the corridors to find the BLU peering down his scope.

For a moment Pyro ponders if this is how it feels to be a Spy. Silently they raise their axe aloft, ready to strike downwards into the enemy’s skull–

CREEEEAK

They freeze on the loose floorboard, panic suddenly flooding them as the sniper whirls around.

* … Hey there…

It only takes a second. Drop rifle-- grab machete-- lunge.

The movement is practiced, an action repeated both under careful rehearsal and the threat of imminent stabbing (bastard Spies). It almost always happens now before there’s time to fully comprehend the would-be attacker, reflex taking over the need to check. He’s killed teammates before they learned not to approach from behind without much remorse. Considering the second warning is often all he has against Spies, the instant reaction feels more than justified.

Non-dominant hand shooting out towards the weapon, his fingers clamp over where gloved hands meet axe handle.

He has a grim moment of recognition as he’s met with blank lenses instead of some snarling Frenchman.

                         distracted, he was, too busy to notice his surroundings other than the grenades being fired from his weapon && into the fray below him, his laughter && war cries carrying across the field once said grenades exploded-- a great deal of satisfaction followed once a portion of the enemy team had been sent to respawn which allowed most members of his own team to advance.

               ❝ ― and let that be a bloody lesson to yeh ! ❞

                             the holler was called down to the remains that were soon picked up by the respawn machine, soon to spit the fallen back out && into the fight. demo took a swig of scrumpy, savouring the taste on his tongue, then throwing the bottle down from where he had perched. the gratification was to be short lived, however, as the enemy’s spy ( ironically the few members of the opposing team left that had not fallen with the rest ) snuck up behind the scotsman, blade in hand && raised high.

There was something about Pyro that worried the Russian. They seemed to have that effect on many, though for Heavy it was more pointed. He feared no man. But he did fear fire.

He hadn’t been expecting to see the Pyro in the kitchen and only noticed them when he was halfway across the room. Opening the refrigerator door, he kept a paranoid eye on his teammate.

an assorted number of headcanons | closed

Miss P really likes Sheila; she has since Sheila started. Charlotte thinks she’s a little too nice to be a mercenary, and sometimes will worry about the psychological effect of the job on Sheila.

She’s one of maybe a handful of mercenaries that Charlotte would actively seek to spend time with outside of work

They probably hit up diners a lot on their contract missions. Burgers and chocolate milkshakes B)

Honestly? Charlotte is really wary about opening up to other people but Sheila has this vibe about her that makes it easier.

They can be gossip buddies. Miss P isn’t usually one to gossip but Sheila has the good shit re: other mercs. It’s not gossip it’s reconnaissance okay

other ocs since i want to

Max finds Sheila kinda annoying but honestly she’ll hang out with her on the basis of her not being Tess. Max finds everyone to be kinda annoying though so no hard feelings. 

Marguerite doesn’t care for her professionally because she’s a spy and Sheila is a pyro on the other team, but she thinks she’s a sweet girl off the battlefield. 

Fallout!Marguerite though? Totally different story. She’d prefer the Courier to stay out of her casino, thank you very much. I get the feeling like Sheila wouldn’t be cool with the White Gloves’ cannibalism, so she definitely wouldn’t be cool with Marguerite, who takes it a step further than the other members.

Juniper loves to teach history to anyone who will listen so she will absolutely teach stuff to Courier!Sheila. Sheila will even nab a discount on chems & other supplies if she listens long enough.

It was late, the two of them being the only souls awake at such a god forsaken hour. Reason why their time was spent together, his office offering some sort of comfort from the rest of the base- now silent as the grave. He could understand their boredom, the need for entertainment coming in the shape of something rather bright and explosive. Concerning, considering all the factors in that moment, should they set them alight.

“I can assure you, there are a great many things that could go wrong. For starters- being indoors whilst lighting those is probably not the best idea. All of the men within this base with some degree of post-traumatic stress disorder. Hearing what sounds like gunfire in the night, will only set off god knows what or who, and cause even more chaos than your original intent.”  With luck however- he could compromise.

C o o p e r

        “It’s fine... it’s fine,” Engineer said, rubbing her throat, then the side of her head. She really should have known better than to approach her team mate from behind. Even if she wasn’t trying to be sneaky, the battlefield tended to make everyone on edge. It certainly wasn’t the first time this had happened, and you would have thought she would have learned after getting her neck snapped by her own soldier at one point.

         The Texan glanced down and bent over to pick up her helmet that had been knocked to the floor, then after readjusting her goggles, glanced at the dispenser and sentry she had left behind. As expected, not a scratch on them thanks to Pyro’s vigilence.