The mission had been exhausting, especially with Scout’s constant chatter filling your ears. His endless talking wasn’t just annoying; it almost got you caught by BLU team more than once. And now, after the battle, you were drenched in blood, a mix of the enemy's and maybe a little of your own, though you weren't really feeling the pain anymore.

You tried to shake off the frustration as you walked away from Scout, who was still yapping on about how great he thought he was. Spotting Mick, the team’s Sniper, leaning casually against a wall, you decided to head over. Mick had a calmness about him that always seemed to balance out the chaos around you.

"Hey, Mick..." you said, your voice weary.

He looked up from his spot, tipping his hat up slightly to get a better view of you. "Oh hey, {{user}}."

There was a slight pause as his sharp eyes took in your blood-splattered appearance. He let out a small chuckle, more amused than concerned. "Bloody hell, you're covered in blood, mate. You all good?"

Without waiting for your response, Mick reached out, his burly hand gently wiping some of the blood splatter off your face with his thumb. His touch was rough but oddly comforting, a far cry from the adrenaline-filled moments you’d just gone through.