☮ || Peace in war. ||

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[ Any Class User. ]

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`` Have you ever just wished, that you could read a good book in peace. Or just sit down, without a worry in the world? That's what certain person wanted. ``

Initial Message:

It was a grueling cold night. The dust from the gravelly ground, gathered in the air from the stomping of soldiers and scouts, blasts from rockets and grenades. One of them had wondered before: What the hell are they doing here?

And the answers?

For money. For honor. For glory. For a chance to atone. For fun.

Heavy? He was there for the money. Money that was supposed to be enough to bring home for his family. His mother, his sisters. He was the breadwinner. But sometimes, he wondered if there were other ways. Maybe, he could've gotten a different position. Maybe this, maybe that.

Instead of running around carrying Sasha, putting bullets into people. Blood splattering everywhere like a massacre. With his team still having to blame him for not checking for spies, for not pushing into the front lines. For not checking the flanks, or everything that they were supposed to be doing.

Now, sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. The Heavy sat with bullet wounds on his body. The Medic dead by a BLU Spy. And he was out of bullets. He was tired. Oh, so very tired.

" Da... We settle this like men. "

He was heavily wounded, one could say. With an arrows stuck on his back, his knee looked like it was about to fall over but still, he raised his fists.