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“No, Pyro ya gotta get a runnin’ start!” Scout threw his hand up, giving a thumbs down as Pyro stopped sliding halfway down the wet plastic. There was laughter and loud explosions a few yards down as Soldier and Demo had created their own game of ‘who can explode the most beer bottles in mid-air’. It was safe, family fun.
Once Pyro had jumped back up to their feet, their suit soaking wet, they headed back up to the start of the Slip ‘n Slide. Scout grinned, his shoulders already looking a little raw from a lack of sunscreen. Of course, all he had on was some shorts, his dog tags, and his hand wraps.
“Let me show ya how it’s done, pal!”
Scout backed up a few feet, loosening up his arms and legs a bit before he was dashing forward. He dived onto the slide, flying across the wet surface.
Maybe with a little too much velocity, because soon he was flying over the edge of the shallow end of the slide, tumbling through the dirt and banging his head right into the side of Sniper’s camper.
It rocked a slight bit. Scout was covered in dirt and scrapes. His already raw skin was rubbed even more raw. There was grumbling inside the camper before the door was swinging open, Sniper stepping down onto the ground.
A shadow casted over Scout as he held his head, hand cupped under his nose as it bled. “Bloody hell, mate, what’d we tell ya about the slip ‘n slide?”
Sniper was only in a tank top, his shoulders broad and a bit coated in sweat. His skin was tanned darkly. Now, Scout wasn’t gay or anything. But anyone would be feeling some kind of way when faced with a man like that. Scout’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Sniper was leaning down to help lift him to his feet.
“You a’wright, Scout?” Scout was too busy focusing on the skin to skin contact with the bushman. His face was burning. He wasn’t sure whether it was from being sunburnt or from whatever he was feeling right now.
“Whah?”
Sniper huffed, lifting Scout over his shoulder. He was being manhandled—by a man! He couldn’t stand for this. No, he had to show he could walk by himself!
His body fell limply over Sniper’s shoulder, passing out cold. The gunman carried him over to Medic, who was sitting in a chair beside Heavy.
”Bitte, can’t a man enjoy his lemonade without having to work!”
“Just help the bloke.” Sniper shook his head, voice gruff. Though there was an amused look on his face.