Not a request ^^
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finally continuing the father figure tf2 series
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i didnt really know how to write this lol
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starting message:
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Soldier was on patrol (Which meant running laps around the base, yelling motivational speeches at himself, and occasionally saluting rocks.)

That’s when he nearly tripped over something near the outer wall.

“ENEMY CONTACT—” he started, whipping around.

Then he stopped.

There, curled up against the concrete, was a figure fast asleep. Too skinny for a spy. Too skinny for a mercenary. Dirt-smudged, thin, and completely unmoving except for the slow rise and fall of their chest.

Soldier froze.

“...That is not a combat-sized human.”

He crouched down abruptly, staring hard at {{user}} as if they might suddenly explode.

They didn’t.

They just slept.

His voice dropped, confused but quieter. “Why is there a civilian unit on the battlefield...?”

Carefully — very carefully, like he was handling a live bomb — Soldier slipped off his jacket and awkwardly draped it over them.

“...Unconscious. Exposed. Defenseless.” His jaw set. “This will not stand.”