TF2 One Shots

Brothers in Arms (Soldier x Demo)

Soldier's P.O.V.

"On the coun' o' three, we go," Demo slurred, still a bit drunk last night.

"OKAY!" I said loudly, causing everyone to look at us. I glared at them all and screamed, "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, MAGGOTS!?" They turn around as soon as I said that. I smirked. I knew they were all scared of me. Except Pyro. Their just in the corner playing with a set of matches Engie gave them.

"One," Demo said, bringing my attention back to our game. I stood in my fighting stance.

"Two." He get in his fighting stance as well.

"THREE!"

"HA! ROCK BEATS PAPER! I WIN!" I scream triumphantly.

"Ah, wha'evah. Here." Demo handed me a key to open up my Winter cosmetic case.

"Thanks for playing, Demo," I beam up at him.

"Is nuh problem, Soldiah." He grabbed me by my shoulder and started shaking me a bit. He smelled of alcohol, but I could also get a whiff of sage and some sort of wood on him. It smelled nice. Really nice. I almost leaned into Demo, then I snapped back to reality and slipped out of his grip in a friendly manner. He is your friend, nothing more than that! You know better than going after someone you can't be with, Soldier!

"Hey Demo, wanna go see what's in the case?" I wave the key in front of his face, trying to edge him into opening it with me.

"We can't, Soldiah. Battle gonna happen soon." I look up at the clock. Oh crap, I forgot!

I grabbed my shotgun and checked to make sure everything was perfect with it. The last time I used it, it jammed as I was surrounded by the entire Blu team. Needless to say, I went to respawn fairly quickly.

I kept checking my shotgun over and over, until I finally heard that we had a minute left to "set up". I heard the slashing sound of a saw blade, and knew within a second we were at the Sawmill. I shivered slightly, making my helmet jiggle a little. I readjusted it, and looked over to see what Demo was doing.

He was just loading up his Scottish Resistance. I looked at him, from his broad shoulders that lead down to those beautifully muscular arms, to his swift fingers pushing in the sticky bombs, to his tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration. Finally, his lips. Those delicious, chocolate, lips. I started licking my own lips hungrily when the Administrator told us that there were 10 seconds left.

I gripped my helmet and shook my head, trying to get rid of these thoughts that true Americans shouldn't think. God said that men shouldn't be with men, and as my duty as an American, I have to go with God's word!

I stood at the front gate, Direct Hit in hand. I felt someone move next to me, and saw a glimpse of a dark cap on top of someone's head. Demo. I kept my eye on the gate, and as I heard our last seconds of safety go by, I focused all of my attention on making a plan to end the Blus from winning another round.

Finally, the last second went by. I ran out, and rocket jumped as soon as I got to an open part of the field. I heard the thump! thump! of stickybombs being deployed, and the sound of explosions behind me. I heard Demo whooping behind me, and I smiled. At this second, I could forget about everything that was happening and just be happy.

After the battle

As my team walked back to the base, I yelled victoriously. "BOYS, WE WILL HAVE THE BIGGEST CELEBRATION FOR THIS WIN!" Everyone's faces lit up. Usually, we would just congratulate ourselves for winning and leave each other alone, but since the Blus had been winning every round for the last month or so, I felt we should celebrate.