I have a thing for pet Scouts, Snipers and evil Nazi Medics. This is being written in a bunch of short, drabble-like parts so forgive little bits, it means I can update faster. Punishment and Reward Medic was watching him again. Medic was always watching him. Whether it was when he was in battle, running for his life with the sounds of death and rockets all around him or whether it was in the infirmary, when he was stripping his clothes for his monthly check-up. Scout didn’t mind Medic watching him though. It made him feel good, boosted his ego a little to know there was someone that was always staring at him. Maybe even attracted to him. It wasn’t really like that though. Medic wasn’t attracted to him, not really, or at least not in the conventional sense of the word. What he was attracted to however, was the essence of Scout. The stuff that made Scout who he was (a cocky, loudmouthed little brat that liked tacos and fast food, loose women and good looking men that appeared on late night TV), the stuff that made his legs stronger than the rest of theirs, and the way he moved when he was taunting someone, bouncing on the balls of his feet effortlessly, like it was the easiest thing in the world to run all day and night with only a bowl of porridge for breakfast and a sandwich for lunch to keep him going until dinner time when someone would make something that was actually filling. In short, Medic wanted to chain the beast that was Scout, catch the wild thunder and make it his own. Scout was yet to find out about this. He was pleasantly naïve to Medic’s plotting, even with the German watching as much as was physically possible. He stayed a braggart still, standing with a foot on the table while he spoke at great length about how many skulls he’d ‘batted in’ during battle today. Medic took the chance to assess the way his shirt rode up when he lifted his arms. None of the other members of the team noticed Medic’s behaviour, or if they did they chose not to talk about it. No one spoke about Medic. Sniper was the first one to notice their Scout had gone missing, when he heard screams in the night, from the direction of Medic’s infirmary. He turned over and pulled his spare pillow over his head, then went back to sleep. In the morning, Medic was signing paperwork at the breakfast table. He said they needed a new Scout. The rest of the team agreed.