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As usual, you watched from your normal post, waiting for some movement on the field. You sighed, exhausted. It was too hot and humid for anyone to fight much today, but still you stood there, waiting. Out of the corner of your eye, a flash, almost blinding. You quickly turn to reveal your own engineer in the distance, building a contraption of some sort. Bored, you watched him work with tools; he was rather loud. He was shorter than yourself by one or two inches, but his biceps rippled and his legs were well toned from the constant hassle of his line of work. You smiled, your cheeks turning the slightest shade of red. The slightest creak behi

You didn’t enjoy a visit to medic’s infirmary. Not. One. Bit. It was hot and stuffy, while the tension in the air only made the two of you more uncomfortable. You didn’t speak much around the guys, but fell completely silent around the doctor. It wasn’t that you disliked him, in fact, it was the exact opposite. Your heart melted at the slightest glimpse of him, causing you to avoid him in battle as well. Injuries were left untreated, usually fixed later in the day by respawn. But on off-occasions, you managed to hurt yourself at the very end of the work day, and couldn’t go to bed without treatment. Now you sat u