Run Away [TF2XREADER]

Chapter 53- Soldier

Day 1:

Soldier awoke with a start, adrenaline still racing through him as he felt ready to fight. "Where is the enemy!?" Medic jumped from his spot at the operating table. Soldier scanned his surroundings as Medic made his way over. Demo was next to him, and he could see Heavy and Scout within the cots near him, all of them unconscious. Demo seemed to be stirring in his sleep, possibly about to awake. "I'm happy to see jou're awake, Soldier. But I need jou to leave." Medic picked the man up by the arm. "Now." Soldier swiped his arm away from the man. "What the hell is going on?! Why are these men injured-" Soldier then seemed to recall something. The battle. His injury. And you. He stopped, his tone no longer angry but serious. "Where is the cupcake." Medic sighed. "I'm sorry, Soldier. They died in battle." Soldier's eyes widened from underneath the helmet. "...What? No- they're a winner! A born and bred soldier!"He heard shuffling behind him, Demo sitting up in his cot. "Please tell me I heard ye wrong, doc." Medic shook his head. "Nein, I'm afraid not.

"Y/n is dead."

Soldier frowned. "That's impossible! Malarkey! Horse-crap! Come on, Demo, let's get away from this lying doctor!" Soldier grabbed Demo by the arm, not paying attention to his friend's upturned brows and depressed eye. Soldier pulled the man with all his weight, practically dragging the two of them to get out of the medbay. Soldier was huffing, as if he were using up more energy than he would in any normal situation. He paid no mind to it, tugging his friend onward and towards the bar. They entered the room, Soldier immediately going to get some beer. "Soldier, what're ye doin'?" Soldier grinned, but it was an unsteady grin. "I'm celebrating! We succeeded in fending off those hippie sons-of-bitches, and nobody died!" Soldier popped a bottle open, sliding it over to Demo as he uncapped his own, taking a swig. Demo sighed, downing the bottle in one go. "How about ye get me some real alcohol." Soldier huffed. "Of course, American beer ain't good enough for you- never has been." Soldier mumbled a little angrily, shoving a bottle of scrumpy his way. Demo nodded, thanking Soldier as he downed half the bottle. Demo swallowed, slumping over the bar. "Oh- god, they're gone?" The man was acting oddly sober, which was unlike him. "Oh, come on Demo! You're better than that! What happened to my drunkard friend?!" Demo glared up at the man, mouth downturned in a frown. Soldier frowned back. "Don't look at me like that. You know I'm right!" Demo groaned, leaning his forehead against the wooden bar, lifting himself up every so often as he drank. Soldier hoped the man would at the very least say something in retort, and not just stay silent. Soldier didn't like the silence, because it provoked him to think, and he really didn't want to have to do that right then. You were dead. The thought haunted him. He couldn't accept it. He wouldn't. Denial filled his brain as he drank, pushing the reality to the side. He continued to talk with Demo, talking about anything and everything that came to mind. The two of them ended up falling asleep, drunk off their asses in the bar.

Day 2:

Soldier awoke in the bar, Demoman still fast asleep. Soldier decided to go get something to eat, and did so. He stopped by the kitchen, running into Pyro who tried to strike up a conversation. Soldier spoke with him for some time, but quickly left to get some toast, fried eggs, and bacon for him and his friend.

He burst through the barroom's doors, yelling with the two plates in hand. "GOOD MORNING DEMO!" Demo sat up with a start, panicked and stumbling over his words when he saw Soldier. "Ye bleedin' idiot- ye scared me half to death!" Soldier grinned, chuckling. "Good! You're awake!" He set down the plates on the bar, immediately digging into his own. Demo eyed it for a moment, picking at it. He took a bite, and took a hard swallow. He then pushed his plate aside. "Sorry, Soldier. 'M not feelin' too hungry right now." Soldier gave him a look, then waved him off. "Eh, that just means you won't have any strength. At this rate, cupcake will beat you easily!" Demo frowned, but looked a bit hurt. "Don't- don't say things like that..." Soldier frowned, throwing his hands up. "Why not! Are you just embarrassed of the fact you know you'd lose a fight to a kid like them?!" Demo frowned, anger rising above his sorrow as he jabbed a finger at the military man. "Soldier, I told ye to shut tha' big mouth of yours." Soldier frowned harder, mouth turning into a scowl. "Or what?! You're not gonna have the strength to beat me! Y/n-" Demo didn't let the man finish as he struck a blow across Soldier's face, fist clenched. Soldier stumbled back, shocked. He immediately turned back towards Demo to yell at the man in retort, only to see his friend barreling towards him. Demo clutched Soldier's collar in his hand, pushing the both of them so that Soldier's back was pressed against the wall. Soldier was prepared to yell in the man's face- to tell him to get a hold of himself. But he saw something that made him falter. Tears brimmed in his friend's eye, ready to fall.