#blumedicberlitz

[thedevilwearsabalaclava-blog]

"That is quite an impressive wingspan you have, Spy." @blumedicberlitz

@blumedicberlitz

The old familiar voice made his wings stiffed upwards as dreadful chill went down his spine. The Spy feared no man, yet he wasn’t so easily ready to allow such a threat come near him. Turning on his heels, one hand made a move towards his breast. 

“Why I you here? Don’t you have corpses to defile?”

[je-deteste-mon-travail]

@blumediziner

“Ow... Ow... OW. Doc, I need your help here- Oh wait wrong base.” The RED had suddenly walked in to the infirmary, clutching the bleeding stump of his arm before realising he was in completely the wrong base and turned on his heel. 

“Always make that mistake...” he mumbled.

[vintage-knives-and-cigarett-blog]

Finders keepers~ ((Blumedicberlitz :]))

Sent me "Finders! Keepers!" To claim my character and have them tied up

Valentin growled as he fiddled with his bonds, attempting to be rid of them so he could slaughter this Medic who dared to tie him up like this. What did the other have to gain by doing this to him? 

“I demand one of two things, monsieur. Either let me go, or at least explain the purpose of this. It ‘ad better be good.”

((It wont let me tag ;3;

[je-deteste-mon-travail]

@blumedicberlitz

“Medic, may you come here for a moment?” Pauling stood at the infirmary doors, arms crossed and an unimpressed gaze locked on the Doctor.

[thedevilwearsabalaclava-blog]

(( anxt, did you say? >:] ))......... Suddenly from behind an arm wraps itself around the frenchman's mouth, muffling his potential yell for help as a sedative is forcefully stabbed into his neck. (Blumedicberlitz)

@blumedicberlitz

It was unexpected, but it shouldn’t have happened no matter. He was always sure that he watched every inch that surrounded him. Listen to even the faintest nose that  could inform him of threat. Make sure that he didn’t a bitter, blood thirsty rival out of simple ‘work competition’... well the last one was a stretch as he usually took some time to gloat or throw his cigarette on a freshly fallen corpse. However that doesn’t lead to this current situation.

His eyes widen from the hands that found themselves over his mouth and how his body was violently being forced closer to his attempting captor’s body. It had to be a Medic based on the blue colored rubber gloves. This brief moment of shock was quickly replaced by a wave of anger. Not only struggling by throwing elbows and and jabs, but he went to bite down against the glove. Tasting the disgusting rubber, he only bit harder in hopes to break through the layer and in the flesh to draw blood. It was as desperate as it looked and sounded. Yet, did looking good while fighting back in situation like this really matter.

No, especially, when he felt the sharp prick of the needle into the side of his neck. Followed by the poison being injected. It wasn’t the best position for sticking a needle, but it still served the job as the Frenchman’s volatile strikes became subdue before becoming limp.    

[secretspacenerd-blog]

"...Why am I not surprised Felix is gonna fight that soldier." Not surprised Jack is not surprised.

[redmedicwilliams-blog]

Fuck, marry, kill: BLU Spy, Felix Berlitz, Friedrich Metzger."

Let's play 'fuck, marry, kill'

"Well, let's get the easiest one done first. Marry Felix, that was a given," she points out before she then sighs and thought on the other two names. "...We all know how I feel about BLU Spy. We're not friends. However.... Friedrich, though I don't know him myself, can't say I've heard much positive. Whether I'll regret this answer, who knows, but, kill Friedrich and fuck BLU Spy. Wasn't that a rollercoaster from start to finish?"

[domiiinatriiix-blog]

"I love it when people talk about 'that medic with the dog collar' because I instantly know that that medic is my medic." "My darling, love, and pet, Felix ~"