Don't know what I'm doing here, since I usually don't like to write stuff but anywho I didn't know where to put this since I'm pretty sure it's not safe to put in the Fanfiction section.

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The train finally came to a stop; he looked out the window to spot a small welcoming group outside waiting for him. Now was the time for him to make sure everything was in order, the Medic took his first step out of the train, carrying two suitcases of personal or medical items with an extra suitcase full of enthusiasm and ambition. He was a bit younger than your average Medic, although the officials who hired him had a short time’s notice and only sent him to fill in the spot until a proper replacement could be found. Truthfully this man has no real experience on the field and graduated from the medical training academy only some months ago.

“HEY YOU WITH THE UGLY FACE! Are you going to come here and introduce yourself or stand around and- …um be ugly?!” Medic made sure to read the files about the men he’ll be working with, or at least skim through them. After reading just one file about some Scottish Black man and Nessie, he decided it was not necessary for him to know about the chaotic history of these people. Anyway, that was the Scout.

“An introduction is pretty pointless don’t ya think? ‘is name is Medic, that’s all we need ta know.” Sniper spoke up.
“We don’t know that, maybe he has a different name like Nurse-Man or Doctor Nazi.” The Nazi name did not go unheard of and made the Medic frown for a bit.

“The guy is German, ‘e is wearing a Medic uniform, and ‘e has a medigun. I bet you ‘is name is Medic like the one before him.” By the way what had happened to the Medic before him?
The rest of the team ignored them and the new guy found it uncomfortable being surrounded by these strangers. A big Russian man, no doubt the team Heavy, had rushed forward and nearly hugged him to death. Fortunately the Engineer was able to convince the giant to let go before he pulverized the poor guy. As for the Demoman, the Scottish explosives expert was propped up against a crate, knocked out after consuming so much alcohol.

“Murmmmfff?” A man in red with a concealing mask seemed to be asking him a question.

“Vat?”

“Murmmmff murrfff?” He now asked with something that sounded like a chuckle.

“…..Yes?”

“MURFF MFFFF MURRFF MFMFMF!!” Pyro eventually started laughing and Medic didn’t feel any more comfortable not knowing what the joke was.

Medic found an unfamiliar weight rest on his shoulder, looking over to his right he found someone’s hand resting on it. A man’s breath crept up to his ear, a cool flat blade against his throat, and something wet between his legs. “Are you ze new meat?”

Finally the last to show them self was the Spy or the ‘creepy bastard’ as Scout calls him.
“Eh…Doc, your pants look a bit…soaked.”

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After taking a shower, the Medic found himself more relaxed than expected and tried to hastily get dressed before dinner started.

“Why aren’t you like most Medics, old and all god damn Nazi like?” He wasn’t expecting Scout to show up, and even less to be asked that question.

“I’m only goink to be here until they find an actual Medic, I still need more training but I vas the best of mein class, and I guess that vas vhy they picked me for dis assignment. Also not all Germans are Nazis, I vasn’t even born around dat year, I’m only eight years older than you Scout.” The Medic snapped on his gloves and began walking down the hallway with Scout not far behind.

“Wow really? I mean…well- you sorta look older than that….” The young man couldn’t help himself but to continue pestering the new guy.

“Vell there is a high demand for medical doctors these days, not only for military use, because of this the amount of time required to properly train people was shortened. In order to keep up, I had to vork more and sleep less.” The Medic finally answered.

“That sucks. All I had to do was run a few laps and they hired me. Anyway we better get to the table before fatty eats all the food.”

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Medic found the food to be decent but he didn’t feel hungry just tired from the long trip. He gave his portion to Heavy before taking leave, only to be stopped by the Engineer with a plate of food in his hand.

“Mind sendin’ this ta soldier? You ‘aven’t met the guy yet so I supposed this would be a good opportunity to introduce yerself.” The Soldier’s room was a little ways down the hall from the infirmary, so Medic took the plate of food before venturing off. He was a bit curious about the Soldier’s absence, although he should be fortunate to have been able to avoid the man for so long, based on what the Medic has heard and read about him.

Now standing in front of the Soldier’s quarters, Medic was hesitant but finally knocked on the door, he received no answer. Another knock and still no response, slowly the door was opened and the Medic poked his head in. “Hello-“

Two hands grabbed onto him and dragged him into the dark room, although he tried his best to balance the plate of food, it fell to the group and shattered with the rest of the continents splattered on the floor. “Vat are you doing!” The younger man shrieked; he stared annoyingly at the silhouette of the violent man standing behind the light of a projector. Medic tried to invoke something from Soldier, but talking wouldn’t work.
He walked over to him, through the blinding light and jabbed the man’s chest with his gloved finger, “Are you even listening-“ The Soldier did response, but not in the way Medic wanted.

Soldier had no difficulty pinning the man down on his stomach, due to both his superior weight and height. No time was wasted as the military man tied the Medic’s hands behind his back with a belt then crudely shoved a gag down the man’s mouth, eliciting a muffled scream from the struggling form beneath him. His helmet was tilted up to allow a better him a better view of his catch; it was now cowering while staring at him with glossed eyes through broken glasses. This wasn’t HIS Medic, but they almost shared the same appearance, and Soldier didn’t bother to care about the age difference. The bulge between his legs was straining against the cloth of his pants; so the Soldier hastily dragged the Medic off and ground and practically threw him up against the wall. Growling and sobbing as he tried to pull the young man closer.

Medic attempted to get away, as if pushing himself against the barrier behind him would help. He began to panic when the Soldier started giving off noises of arousal, muttering ‘Medic’ and ‘Need’, rubbing his bulge against him. Eventually the Medic screamed when he felt a hand on his waist, turned around with his face to the wall, and pants pulled down. This time energy returned to him, and he started struggling and shaking for his life when a heated member prepared itself at the entrance.
Although the Medic thought he would never be any happier in his life to hear these words.

“You will release ze Medic, now.”