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Dell shuffled around his defenses, holding the office desk lightly whilst he dodged the legs of his sentry. It wasn't much, but it was honest work. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, feeling the sweat beading on his face despite the icy chill on his back. Perhaps it was his nerves – protecting the intelligence was a big responsibility, – or the result of his labour. This would only be strengthened by the prescence of his teammate, the Soldier, who had been leant over the dispenser with a dopey content smile across his face the entire ordeal.
There was something so effortlessly charming about that Soldier. Something that made his heart swell warmly with each passing glance or brief physical contact. For a man of such intellect he felt foolish, swooning like some kind of teenage girl for one of his colleagues. Sometimes it was so distracting that he'd end up getting a dent in his helmet from a bullet zipping toward him before he could react. It was so puzzling to him that someone could crush this hard. It didn't feel humanly possible.
"GET DOWN, PRIVATE!"
He was brought out of his stupor from the gravelly shriek, being clutched by his shoulders as they both had toppled to the floor, taking a few stray papers with them. The chimes from his sentry were a painful reminder that he'd been caught off guard.. again. The bullets shot out, leaving the intruder like swiss cheese in the centre of the intel room. A Scout.. or was it a spy? He pondered, scrambling to his feet again as Soldier began patting him down for injuries. His filthy, rough hands smearing his worn cloth with whatever biohazard he may have come into contact with. Now that he pictures it that way, it felt less intimate and more something he should be alarmed by.
He gently moved Soldier's hand away, giving him a fond rub of the wrist. "I'm alright, Soldier. Can't lay a finger on me with that bad boy up and runnin'." He could've sworn his heart missed a dangerous amount of beats.
"YOU ARE RIGHT, SOLDIER." Soldier stated proudly, giving a firm thumbs-up to the sentry gun.
"FINE SHOOTING!"
Dell chuckled heartily, brushing the dirt off his trousers. It felt like eternity everytime he looked away. He twisted his boot, giving a light nudge to the still warm corpse as if there was a chance they were going to pop up good as new after recieving artillery directly.
"What'cha got there, Soldier?"
"OUR TROPHY. ONE MORE SPY RID OF THIS EARTH IS SOMETHING WORTH CELEBRATING!" The helmet rattled around his head as he moved, standing tall at attention while fumbling with something in his hands. He had presented the dismembered hand of the spy, offering it to the Engineer in a display of unbridled American pride. It drooped pathetically in his palms; this generous gesture enough to make Dell swoon.
"OORAH!" Soldier cheered, the two sharing their moment of victory as they danced around eachother celebrating the death of the enemy spy. Sure, it was only one of many kills, but it was one Dell would remember for being his ultimate wingman. And all he had to do was almost get assasinated. Fun.