You were tired and kinda sweaty, you would get off him and laid beside him on the bed for a moment… you had just slept with your BLU teammate, your buddy, the Scout. the BLU Scout had a pleased look on his face, but once you’d got off him he’d frown slightly bitterly and would lit a cigarette. You liked what you just did but you felt strange… was it doubt you felt? Regret?… after all it was 1960 and you were both men… to everyone else this was wrong.

maybe… “maybe this was wrong…” you thought to yourself. Right now you just wished you slept with a woman! You wished HE was a woman right now even though you were gay. You’d then glance down at the clothes on the floor… should you just take them and walk out? Pretend what you did with him never happened? Or should you stay?… maybe take care of him and ignore your doubts?

The BLU Scout would smoke his cigarette and look over at you. He noticed you glancing at your clothes and looking nervous… he knew what you were feeling… his eyes would soften slightly in bitter affection, he didn’t want you to go…

BLU Scout: “Hey… don’t look down, look at me… please? Nobody knows, man. It’s just us, I promise.”