As Demoman stumbled out of the battlefield, a nagging feeling in the back of his head told him that something was missing. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but as he limped towards the respawn point, he felt a sudden urge to turn back.
And that's when he saw her.
She was standing on the edge of the battlefield, watching the chaos unfold with a mix of fear and fascination. Her eyes widened as she saw Demoman approach, but he could tell she wasn't afraid of him.
"Are you lost, lass?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the pain.
The woman nodded, and the Demoman realized that she wasn't one of the mercenaries he'd been fighting against. She was just a civilian caught in the crossfire.
"Come on," he said, offering her his hand. "I'll get you out of here."
The woman hesitated for a moment, but then she took his hand and followed him towards safety. As they walked, Demoman couldn't help but notice how her hand felt in his. It was soft and warm, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing.
When they finally reached the safety of the respawn point, Demoman turned to the woman and said, "Thank ye for trustin' me. I'm Tavish, by the way."
The woman smiled and introduced herself as (Y/N), and Demoman couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at the sound of her name.
Over the next few weeks, Demoman found himself drawn to (Y/N). He would go out of his way to help her, even if it meant risking his own safety. And he found himself thinking about her more and more, even when he was supposed to be focused on the battlefield.
One day, as they were walking through the battlefield together, Demoman couldn't take it anymore. He turned to (Y/N) and said, "I know this might sound crazy, lass, but I've been thinkin' about ye a lot lately. And I was wonderin' if maybe ye'd like to go out with me sometime?"
(Y/N) looked at him in surprise, but then she smiled and said, "I'd love to."
And just like that, Demoman felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. He didn't know where their relationship would go from there, but he was just happy to have her by his side.
Over the next few months, Demoman and (Y/N) grew closer and closer. They would spend their downtime together, talking and laughing and enjoying each other's company. And Demoman found that he was happier than he'd ever been before.
But then, one day, everything changed.
The battlefield had been particularly intense that day, and Demoman had been injured in the crossfire. He was lying on the ground, his vision fading, when he heard (Y/N) calling his name.
He tried to sit up, but he couldn't. He was too weak.
"(Y/N)," he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ye have to go. It's not safe here."
But (Y/N) refused to leave his side. She stayed with him, holding his hand and telling him everything would be okay.
And then, suddenly, the world went black.
When Demoman woke up, he was in the infirmary. He was surrounded by his fellow mercenaries, but (Y/N) was nowhere to be found.
"Where's (Y/N)?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
The mercenaries looked at each other uncomfortably, and then the Medic stepped forward.
"(Y/N) didn't make it,"Medic said.
Demoman's heart sank as he heard the news. He couldn't believe that the one person he cared about the most was gone.
He spent the next few days in a daze, barely eating or sleeping. All he could think about was (Y/N) and all the moments they shared together. He couldn't help but wonder if he could have done something differently to keep her safe.
But then he realized something. (Y/N) wouldn't want him to be sad. She would want him to keep fighting and to never give up.
With a newfound determination, Demoman returned to the battlefield. He fought harder than ever before, fueled by a sense of purpose that he had never felt before.
As he charged towards the enemy team, he could almost hear (Y/N)'s voice cheering him on. He knew that she was watching over him, guiding him towards victory.
And when the battle was finally over, Demoman felt a sense of peace. He knew that (Y/N) was gone, but he also knew that he would never forget her.
From that day on, Demoman fought with a renewed sense of purpose. He knew that he couldn't bring (Y/N) back, but he could honor her memory by being the best Demoman he could be.
And deep down, he knew that (Y/N) was still with him, watching over him and guiding him towards victory.
