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There’s a glint of something in his eye as Wolfgang turns (or was that the sun reflecting off his blood spattered glasses?) regarding the sentence aimed at his back like so many knives. There surely would have been a period at the end of that sentence had it been a letter in his mailbox, but here? Spoken aloud? It  was phrased as a question.

Did this man expect him to fess up, to state his intentions with one of the few people he’d met that had truly caught his eye? Or was he giving an out, a chance to say he was in fact, not trying to court the woman?

Or… and Wolfgang truly did have to keep the smirk off his face lest he break into unhinged laughter —

Did he see a threat? A challenge? Someone dangerously worthy of their fellow doctor, someone perhaps BETTER than he?

Taking a moment to compose himself, brushing spare liquid crimson off the Amputator in hand, Wolfgang blinked. He had several options here; play innocent, be aggressive. State facts, ignore the RED altogether. Or…

“You know, aside from the fact that it is not only juvenile, but incredibly rude to gossip about your coworkers, you seem to already have made up your mind on which answers to your interrogation you are willing to accept.”

“You have gotten me in quite a box here, schatz, what would you like me to say?”

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 “Soldier?” came the voice of the Medic, more than curious – though he knew the other had a tendency to speak to inanimate objects anyway. “What are – Ach, we’ve told you to get rid of those animals! Raccoons aren’t pets!” When would the other mercenary learn?

The very moment Soldier spins to face Medic, his raccoon crawls into into jacket and Jane’s left alone to deal with the fallout of his accident - a mere grenade having going off as he was trying to gather Lt. Bites to take him out of the medbay. 

send me a word and i’ll make/tell a headcanon I have about my character involving that word.

           Sniper will listen to just about any kind of music that comes up on his radio. As he’s spent time in the states, his taste has definitely shifted.

           ...He listens to a lot of country music.

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He wonder’s what’s going to happen. The light is too bright, the room is cold in the wrong way, and the doctor’s smile is sharp. He can’t move, but he knows where they are. That will have to be enough to prepare for what must be coming. There is a tension in the way his whole body stiffens, even as he very deliberately refuses to struggle against the restraints. His face feels naked without aviators.The scowl leveled at the apparent captor squints past surgical lighting, past sharp instruments. Getting captured was foolish, but he grasps the insult like a lifeline. A verbal retort doesn’t come, but repeats in his skull like the parody of defiance.

Misha had found the box outside his bedroom door, at first not sure who they were from. But the moment he crouched down to pick them up, he caught the odd smell of clean anaesthetic and other things, made only stronger when he held the box to his nose. It may have been a coincidence, but the Russian had his bets.

At first the smell made him wary as to what was inside, but he was happy to find chocolate. The small bullet shapes were thoroughly amusing to the giant man. And they tasted good too.

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