TW: Swears!! HeavySniper mentioned!!!
It had been a very long and tough day for Sniper. He missed both shots at a BLU Scout. And that caused the BLU Spy to sneak up and stab him.
It was currently 12:30 AM. He was currently in the shooting range, firing away, trying to fix his aim. Despite being one of the best shooters on the team, he was trying to make it to where he would get it first shot.
Heavy and Medic heard the shots and checked outside. Thinking they were being raided, they grabbed their weapons and followed the sounds.
They saw Sniper, crouched on a one knee, aiming his rifle at the target. Every shot he took went to the side, top or the ground.
It eventually reached the point where he threw his rifle on the ground and screams: “FUCKING BLOODY HELL!!”
He sat up against his RV, head in hands. Heavy and Medic walked over and sat down next to the Aussie.
“Sniper?” Medic spoke, his german accent being strangely quiet. “Are you alright?” He asked, his voice filled with curiosity and concern.
“… Nah, mate.” Sniper replied, his voice filled with defeat and sadness. “I missed both my shots. Got myself killed, got you killed, got… everyone killed…” He said, with a chuckle but both Heavy and Medic heard his voice cracking.
Heavy places a hand on Sniper’s back before pulling him into a nice hug in his lap. “Cheer up Sniper. Heavy thinks you are good Sniper!” Heavy exclaimed.
“Cheers, mate.” Sniper said. Heavy started to drag his hand up and down Sniper’s back as a way to comfort him.
“Oi- Watch it.” Sniper said, jumping slightly. “Vhat is it?” Medic asks. “Nothin.” Sniper replied. “Is Sniper ticklish?” Heavy asked.
“No, I’m not. That shit’s for kiddies.” Sniper said. Heavy and Medic share that same smug look. “What?” Sniper questioned.
Heavy holds Sniper to his chest, keeping his arms up. “What the bloody hell?! Let me go!!” Sniper fought. “Нет.” Heavy said, that soft Russian voice, making Sniper freeze.
Medic places his hands on Sniper’s sides. “M-Mates, wait. We can talk about thiIIHIHIHIS?!” Medic was digging his fingers into his sides, making him squeak with laughter.
Sniper’s laughter rang out as Medic continued his attack. Heavy joined in, poking at Sniper’s belly, causing more laughter.
“Nahahahhahahaaa!! Mahahahahates!! Stop that!!!” Sniper yelled, trying to break free. “Nein.” Medic said, “We’re not stopping until Sniper is happy.” Heavy added.
Heavy and Medic stop after a few minutes of tickling. Sniper was panting. “You two are evil…” He huffed. “Are you happy?” Medic asked. “Hell no. That did nothing!!” Sniper exclaimed.
Was he being serious? Medic and Heavy give him a look. “Alright, guess we’ll have to take drastic measures.” Medic said, already sliding Sniper’s boots off.
“Hey, mate. W-Wait! Not that spoAHHHHAHAHAHAHAT!!!” Sniper yelled. Medic was dragging his fingers up and down his soles slowly and excruciatingly.
Sniper wanted to stop him, but Heavy was still holding him in place. “HEHEHEHAVY!!! LEHET ME GOHOHO YOU AHASSHOLE!!!” Sniper shouted.
“Is Sniper better?” Heavy replied. “YES YEHEHES GOD DAMNIT!!” Sniper screamed.
“Oops, you swore. You know what happens now~” Meeic teased, giving Heavy a nod. Heavy understood and lifted Sniper’s shirt.
“W-Wait!! Mates!! Pl-Please!! I’m sorry!!” Sniper tried to backtrack but it was too late. Medic blowing raspberries on his belly while Heavy his ribs.
“MAHAHAHATES!!! IM SOHOHOHORRY!!! JUST STOHOHOHOP!!” Sniper shouted. After what felt like forever, but was only 10 minutes, they stop.
“Feel better?” Medic asked, looking a the tickled out bushman. “Yeah, mate. Thanks for that.” Sniper replied.
“Sniper is welcome.” Heavy says, cuddling into Sniper. Sniper cuddles back, feeling safe.
