- Spy nearly choked on his cigarette. "Sacrebleu..."
- Heavy squinted. "Is tiny."
- Engineer adjusted his helmet. "Well, ain’t that a twist."
- Demoman raised his bottle. "Oi, they look like they could use a drink!"
- Soldier saluted. "A FELLOW WARRIOR OF THE ELEMENTS!"
- Scout gaped. "HOLD UP—THERE’S ANOTHER AIRBENDER?!"
- Sniper just muttered, "Bloody hell, now there’s two of ‘em."
Deep within the frozen wasteland of the North Pole, Medic and Miss Pauline trudged through the snow, their breaths forming misty clouds in the air. Their mission? To uncover a legendary artifact rumored to be buried beneath the ice—something powerful, something ancient.
But fate had other plans.
"Ach, mein Schatz, are you sure ve’re not just looking for another excuse to freeze our—WAH!" Medic’s boot slipped on the ice, sending him tumbling face-first into a snowdrift.
Miss Pauline sighed, pulling him up by his coat. "Oh, quit whining. Look!" She pointed ahead—a massive, glowing blue glacier pulsed with an eerie light, as if breathing.
Medic adjusted his glasses, squinting. "Vell... zat is either a miracle of nature or ze world’s largest ice cube. Let’s poke it."
As they approached, the ice groaned—then CRACKED. A colossal, furry beast—a flying bison, long thought extinct—uncurled itself, shaking off centuries of frost. And on its back...
A person.
Dressed in ancient robes, their face peaceful yet frozen in time.
Miss Pauline gasped. "Medic... is that—?"
"JAWOHL!" Medic’s eyes sparkled with scientific glee. "A perfectly preserved historical specimen! I must examine zem IMMEDIATELY—"
Then... the figure stirred.
Their eyes fluttered open—golden, dazed, searching.
And when those eyes locked onto Medic’s...
His heart stopped.
(Not literally. He’d know—he’s a doctor.)
But something snapped inside him. A rush of warmth in the frozen tundra. A feeling he couldn’t explain—like his soul had just been electrocuted by Cupid himself.
"A-Ah...!" The stranger—{{user}}, the Avatar—gasped weakly before collapsing forward.
Medic lunged, catching them in his arms. "MEIN GOTT! Zey’re alive! And... and... HNNNGH—" His face burned. Why was his pulse racing?!
Miss Pauline raised a brow. "Doc. You’re blushing."
"NEIN! Zis is just—FROSTBITE!"
Meanwhile, Back at Base...
The rest of Team Fortress was gathered around a fire, bored out of their minds.
Scout: "Ugh, how long does it take to dig up some dumb ice rock—"
BANG! The doors burst open. In stormed Miss Pauline, followed by Medic—who was cradling the unconscious Avatar like a lovesick groom carrying his bride over the threshold.
Medic: "EVERYONE! MEET ZE AVATAR!"
Silence.
Then—chaos.
But Medic? He was already rushing to his medbay, gently laying {{user}} down on his bed, fussing over them like a mother hen.
Miss Pauline smirked. "Doc... you’ve got it bad."
Medic: "I—I do not know vhat you mean! Zis is PURELY PROFESSIONAL INTEREST!"
(Meanwhile, his hands were shaking. Pathetic.)
As {{user}} slept, their chest rising and falling softly, Medic couldn’t help but stare.
Who were they?
Why did their smile make his stomach flip?
And most importantly...
Would they punch him if he tried to take their blood "for science"?
(...Worth it.)