Sniper x Reader ~Instant Crush~

CHAPTER 2

     During the entire tour, the engineer avoided one room out of all of them, the recreational room. He took her around to all the labeled rooms she had seen before, but that one stuck out like a sore thumb. "Now honeybee, there's still one last room to show you before I'll let you go to bed." Dell said, walking a bit faster down the hall. Finally! The rec room was to be opened! They made their way fully into the room, it was normal. Not at all what (Y/N) had guessed would be in there. A pool table was sitting in the corner, there was a poker table, and a mini fridge. It seemed just like a normal rec room. Her and Dell walked over and sat on one of the couches, when Dell had some noise coming from his utility belt. "Gimmie one moment sugar-cube, I'll be right back."

     "Alright. I'll look around in here a little." She replied, peeking around the room, looking for the surprise she hoped for when she came in. She was at the fridge when she heard a pair of footsteps. Well, maybe multiple pairs now. Turning around, she saw multiple men filling into the room. She counted 8 men and a young woman. All of which seemed to be looking her up and down, making early observations. The three that mostly caught her eye were the woman, someone in a full body fire hazard suit, and one guy with sunglasses.... Inside? Heavy and Medic were also there, chatting on the couch while the rest did whatever.

     "Alright guys. Listen up. This is your new teammate, her name is (Y/N). The class she represents is the Trackman. Though she is a woman, she has shown incredible knowledge and strength in the courses and training you requested soldier." The woman said, catching the attention of the men. 'Soldier' (Y/N) guessed was the one in the helmet that was too big for his head, as he had cheered at the mention of the courses. "Now, (Y/N), tell us a bit about yourself, and the others will too." She said, finally turning to her.

     "(Y/N) Conagher. Im Engie's niece, 26 years old, and I am an engineer too, it kinda runs in the family.  But im more long range than him. I use a gun of my own design that fires bullets with little trackers that alert you guys when someone is near it. It's basically engie's sentry, just with a few different designs. But I mainly use longer range weapons. Sniper rifles and crossbows work best for me. For secondaries I prefer pistols or a melee weapon." When (Y/N) mentioned her weapons, a young guy, probably around her age, nudged at the guy with the sunglasses. Something other than the glasses caught her eye now. A scar planted across his face with pink dusting his cheeks? Little bits of scruff here and there with piercing blue eyes behind those orange shades. She thought he looked quite handsome.

     "I'd prefer my construction pda to be my third slot as i have a few other beneficial designs i'd like to use, such as a temporary portable dispenser, launchers and protective walls. And the destructive pda as my final slot." (Y/N) finished, peeking at the man adorning the glasses again.

     "I'll have that arranged right away for you (Y/N). Now boys, introduce yourselves, I'll be getting (Y/N)'s things ready for her." The woman stated. "If you need me, use this, and ask for Ms. Pauling." Ms. Pauling handed her a little screen with contracts and transmissions set for her.

     Dell stood up, grabbed a drink from the fridge and handed it to (Y/N). "Alright boys. My dear here already knows Heavy and Medic, so each of you step up and tell her about yourself." He said, leading the woman to sit on a couch near the others.

     "Im the scout, or Jeremy. You choose what to call me. 27 years old." The guy who was bugging sunglasses man said. A Bostonian accent present in his speech.

     "Im Soldier to you, Maggot!" The soldier shouted, also as she suspected.

     "Demoman, or Tavish." Another man said. Strong stench of alcohol and a strong Scott's accent.

     "Spy." Said a man in a fancy suit and balaclava. French accent also present in his voice. He seems a little too fancy to be roaming here.

     "MMPH HUDDA" Said the person in the fire hazard suit. Couldn't understand a thing they were saying.

    "Honeybee, this is Pyro, they wear their suit all of the time, so you gotta guess what they're saying most of the time. It gets easier after a while, trust me." Dell said. That leaves one last person to introduce.

     "Sniper. 26 years old." He said, not much to go by, but still something. His voices was laced with an Australian accent, which made (Y/N) almost instantly realize how interested she was in this man.

     "Alright boys, thank ya. You can do whatever you please now. And if you get the chance, talk to (Y/N) more for me." Dell said, patting her back as she took a quick swig from her drink. Scout had stood up and made his way over the the woman, as she sat, idly talking with Engie and Medic.

     "Ay, shouldn't a lady like you be at home cleanin'? No offense, but this don't seem like the job for ya." He said, uncomfortably squishing himself between her and the Medic. "I can keep ya at a nice home ya know."

     "Not interested. But I'm flattered." (Y/N) said, immediately returning to the conversation she was having with Engie while Medic stood up and walked away, not before smacking the back of Scouts neck. With an 'ow' sounding from the boy next to her, he stood up and went to talk to Soldier. "Odd. So, what do you guys do for fun when you're off?" Dell smiled.

     "Well, we play poker, karaoke, pool or anything they can pull out of their asses. It gets wild. Wanna start up a game?" He asked, taking a sip from his beer.

     "Maybe another day, I wanna get to know everyone first."

     "Anyone in particular catch your eye yet honeybee?"

     "What? I mean maybe, but it's only the first day I've been here! Can only think of so much in an hour."

     "Alright, Alright, I was playing with ya sugar. How about we go look at some of your designs in my workshop?" He said, "And maybe you could tell me who it is, hm?" With a little giggle, she agreed, and they set off to his workshop. They were both chatting and catching up on their lives. When (Y/N) was young, her father had passed due to health complications, and her mother couldn't bear to live without him, so she left. And that meant Dell would have to take care of the poor young (Y/N), and when she became an adult, he went off to his mercenary job as she went off to college. They kept in contact, and (Y/N) brought up the news of her applying to Mann.Co, and the rest is history.

     "Yeah, oh gosh. I love this place so far, reminds me of home already." She laughed, removing her welding goggles, placing them on her head and walking away from her project.

     "Heh, I'm glad sugar. Now, who is it?" Dell asked (Y/N)'s face immediately went as red as her team color. "Cmon now, you didn't think I was actually not going to ask again!" He chuckled out.

     "Damn, guess you got me. Literally just got here, took one look at him and you caught on instantly." She said, trying to avoid the question.

     "Now cmon sugar. Stop beating around the bush. You know I can just tell who it is right? I saw how you were eyeing him." Dell basically cackled out, stepping away from his teleporter.

     "Okay fine, you caught me red handed. Now don't say anything please. I'll be busy trying to find a way into his heart." She said, setting the rest of her equipment down, taking off her safety gloves in tow.

     "I wouldn't dream of it. But just so you know, you're long ranged, he's long ranged. You two are going to be fighting pretty close together on the field tomorrow!" He said, taking his helmet off.

     "Good to know, Im pretty sure I saw Ms. Pauling drop a box off at my room, so I'm gonna retire for the night and check that out. G'night Dell!" (Y/N) said, stepping out of the Engineer's workshop.

     "G'night Honeybee."

     She made her way down the hallway into her room, finding a large crate with Multiple pairs of the same clothing and the guns she had requested. The woman smiled and took out a pair, laying it out nicely on a chair. She would worry about the weapons tomorrow as there was a shower and bed calling her name.