Team Fortress 2 x Reader Fanfiction

New life (Medic x Reader x Heavy) Part II

Warnings:

- Violence

- Slight gore

- Panic attack

- PTSD

- Non-sexual nudity

I hope you will enjoy reading this part :)

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It's been three months since your arrival at the RED base in 2Fort. Apparently, this time you'll have to admit Miss Pauling was right, because living with a group of eight men and a Pyro served you well. Nightmares stopped haunting your dreams during the cold desert nights, and those that did occur were too fuzzy for you to wake up covered in cold sweat. However, certain images, seated at the bottom of your soul, still made their presence. You knew that if you didn't get rid of them, you wouldn't be able to move on with your life.

Despite your falling asleep problems, you still found the strength to get up in the morning, along with a scream for your Soldier's wake-up call, and after the quick wake-up routine, dash to respawn to begin the day's mission. At first 2Fort seemed to you to be a small fighting space compared to the areas on which the battles with Grey Mann's metal army took place. After some time, you noticed that it became ideal for fighting a more ruthless and thoughtful opponent. Despite the lack of an eye, your double-barreled shotgun was still your best friend on the battlefield. It was modified so while the first shot stunned your opponent, the second finished him off for good. If by some miracle he was still alive, two handy pistols finished the job. For the unfortunate survivor of your previously mentioned weapons, a close encounter with a large Japanese cleaver, ended with a protruding spike, awaited. Thanks to your determination and bravery, the BLU team finally realized that they were slowly losing their grip on this area. Mercenaries from your team additionally gained encouragement, when it spread how brutally the leaders of the opposing team had ended up. BLU Spy and Engineer made the unpleasant journey to respawn more often than ever during recent matches. Your stubbornness and force with which you broke through the enemy lines, despite several of your deaths, surprised both your enemies and allies. The only problem for you were opponents approaching from the left. If they didn't give any signs that they coming, there was a good chance that you simply wouldn't notice them. The same applied to sentries lurking around the left corners of buildings. You'll have to be more careful in the future, unless you like the feeling of your guts filling up with bullets and sharp, metal parts.

At the beginning, opinions about you were mixed in the RED team. Some of your colleagues said that, in general your person changes nothing and trying to get under BLU's skin could end badly. However, others really hoped that a new person would push things forward, so they could stop living in fear that every night your enemies might raid your base. Your chaotic manner suited defensive and offensive groups. Support was still counting on more help from you. Unfortunately, luck always leaves us when things start to go our way.

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(y/n) was panting hard. For almost a full day of intense fighting, the RED and BLU teams drew with a score of 2:2 in stealing the enemy's suitcases. Not wanting to lose the match, you and Scout, with the last of your strength that was drained by heat and dehydration, tried desperately to break through the enemy lines when your team was about to stop your opponents from making a similar maneuver. Planning your next move, you took corrections that RED Medic and Heavy should slowly follow your tracks if everything goes right.

- So who do you think they put on watch? -

Your pondering was interrupted by Scout's voice coming from behind you.