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Dawn broke once more in the deserted land. It was a cold morning, for sure, but Sniper had gotten used to the inconsistent temperatures of a desert.
Just barely waking up, the marksman listened to the soft rustling of rolling tumbleweeds outside and the steady breathing of Scout beside him, who was still sleeping soundly, bear-hugging Sniper's arm. It would definitely be sore later, but the latter didn't mind.
Sniper glanced at the clock with bleary, unaware eyes. '7:30am'. 5 more minutes couldn't hurt....-
"RISE AND SHINE MAGGOTS !!!"
The door to Sniper's campervan was violently kicked open, its hinges squeaking obnoxiously.
By instinct, Sniper immediately pulled his blanket fully over Scout to hide him from the patriotic intruder.
"Bloody hell, what are you doing-!? Get out-!" The aussie spoke in a hushed yell as to not wake his partner up. He looked as disheveled as if he'd just got tossed in a washing machine. He blinked once or twice, soon getting a better view of the oversized-helmet-wearing Soldier.
"Not if you're gonna be late AGAIN, Maggot, the battle starts in 30 minutes and I better see your sorry ass there!" The soldier barked harshly, before slamming the door. If done again, the hinges might just come flying off.
Sniper let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. Every new soldier that came in was worse than the last. He glanced at Scout, still blissfully unaware under the blanket.
It was going to be a long day.
...
Sniper watched Scout run about in energetic ecstasy as he always did through his scope. He guessed it was a way for the runner to let out stress, for the team's betterment. Like Sniper always did, he shot at anyone who dared come close to the unobservant boy.
The ambience of the battlefield was deafening, with rockets, gunshots firing, and people calling for their Medics who were probably already dead.
In one split second, an uncomfortably familiar gunshot rang through Sniper's ears. His own rifle, or one of the same kind, rather. He stiffened up, looking out with his scope until he found the unlucky bastard.
Spy.
Shot through the chest from the back, in a moment of vulnerability.
Sniper let down his rifle for a moment in utter shock. Should he have felt relieved? Scanning over everywhere for Scout from his high ground, all he saw was a red blur in the distance.
As soon as Scout was close enough, he slid forward on his knees next to his Father's body in breathlessness and pain.
"DAD.. DAD..! DON'T YOU FREAKIN' DIE- I SWEAR TO FUCK YOU--"
Why did he care?
"PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T-" His voice flooded with fearful desperation.
After all he'd done?
He clung tighter onto Spy's arm, his body shaking whilst tears poured out to the sand beneath him.
"Jéremy.." Spy choked out, his other arm clutching the wound in his chest.
"Why do you still care? I've-"
"I DON'T FREAKIN CARE WHAT YOU'VE DONE..- .... You're..."
Scout's voice cracked from all the yelling. He crouched lower, the stress of it all making him dizzy with pain.
"I've come here to die, anyway." Spy's eyes looked distant.
....
"You're.."
"I'm sorry, Jéremy."
Scout called out in anguish as he felt the last of Spy's pulse disappear. Before stepping through death's door, Spy gave him a small smile.
A smile he hadn't seen in years.
"You're still you.."