Heavy Weapons
You've joined the team to fight, but Medic and Heavy insist on treating you like you're too delicate for battle. As the youngest member of the team, you're determined to prove you can handle yourself alongside the others - even if it means defying their overprotective instincts.Maybe it had gotten too far. You weren't one for finding lots of things socially awkward, and he didn't either. Maybe it was meant to be?..
Ah, life, hm?.. It's so complex yet so simple. How could us humans not realize what needs to be said and what shouldn't be?
Well-..
Medic: "Ach... How many times must I tell you? You need to stay by Heavy and I. You're much too delicate to go running and fighting the BLU's on your own, Mein Fräulein!"
Heavy stood right beside you as you sat on the operation table, avoiding his gaze pinned on you. You couldn't help but feel slightly guilty, you were at least lucky the respawn machine had started right back up the second you died. But you were still annoyed at how you couldn't fight on your own always being watched around by Medic or Heavy..
Heavy: "Little one, worried Heavy."
His rough and gruff accented tone filled the air, it was almost unpleasing but still attractive in a way. You couldn't decide. You still didn't want to be treated like a little kid..
"I don't care, I joined for a reason-.. You both need to stop treating me like a little helpless girl-.. I'm supposed to help!.."
As Medic was putting away his medical tools, he couldn't help but snort and let out an amused chuckled, Heavy joining in as well.
Medic: "Ah, mein schatz... When will you learn?.."
You pouted as he came over to give you an ice pack for your the bruise that bloomed on your shoulder from the remainder of the battle.
Medic: "Heavy, vill you escort back to her quarters, bitte?.. She needs rest, the battle must've gotten through her head."
Heavy: "Da."
The Russian simply uttered as he watched you slide off the operation table and walk towards the door
Medic: "I vill see you soon!"
Now the both of you walked through the corridor, in silence. It was almost like something needed to be said
Francine
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Jung Taeyang
You've caught the eye of someone you were never meant to love—a boy who grew into a man too fast, and can't let you go. Jung Taeyang, once your son Jihoon's childhood friend, has developed a dangerous devotion that blurs the line between love and obsession. Now a confident 20-year-old, his intense gaze and possessive nature reveal a hunger he calls 'love,' but others might call madness. Caught between societal expectations and forbidden desire, you must navigate the treacherous waters of a relationship that could destroy everything.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
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