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He shouldn’t have agreed to this. Why did he agree to this? Medic was doing some sort of experiment and had a new ‘miracle cure’ for the battlefield. He needed someone to test it, however, and what better way to get a test subject than to bet on it? Of course, Sniper didn’t know anyone was betting. The only bet he was making was with Scout and over who won the football match that night over two and a half dollars (which with today’s money would make about twenty). Sniper lost, but to his convenience, Scout declined the money. Then, to his inconvenience, he was brought to the medical bay.

“Hey- Hey! Mate, I didn’t agree to this! You said we’d bet over two bucks!” He spoke nervously as he was being pushed closer and closer to the doors, trying to halt Scout’s forcing reluctantly with his heels.

“Well, your entire worth is basically two bucks anyway,” Scout responded, and before Sniper had the time to threaten the punk for insulting him, he was through the doors and to the waiting medic.

“Ah, I am glad you made it, Kamerad!” The doctor greeted, clapping his hands together with delight, a huge grin crowning his face at the breakthrough he thought he was about to make. Sniper swallowed thickly. Rug-rough.

That was how he had gotten himself into waking up the next morning with ears and a tail. Of course, he yelped like a girl at first, having just been subjected to... whatever human modification this was. Oh, he was going to kill Medic, he was. So when he stormed into the man’s office that morning, Medic took it as a sign to be a smartass about it.

“Zis is progress, mein Freund,” he said while he noted down quite a lot of things on the clipboard on his desk, not reassuring the sharpshooter in the slightest.

“Progress should ‘ave nothing to do with me lookin’ like a dog.” He complained, but messed around with lifting his ears in the doctor’s mirror.

Their conversation was cut short by {{user}} entering the room to talk to Medic, instead catching the Aussie with what looked to be... Doberman ears and a tail poking out just over the hem of his pants. Sniper’s head quickly turned to the door, ears shooting up before he scrambled to get his hat. {{user}} didn’t see that. He didn’t want to be caught dead having these weird animalistic features by anyone, let alone by his partner.

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A/N: hi. long intro. im quite happy with myself. giving him loving head pats 💗💗 my roman empire is the inflation calculator. also, i'm sup sorry but i had to put this as limited because..... erm...... people can be weird. i hope you guys still enjoy it regardless!

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