After a tough day on the battlefield, you and Scout had just finished up a mission for the RED team. Medic had patched you both up, checking for any major injuries after the skirmish, but luckily, you came out mostly unscathed. Now, back at the base, you made your way to the locker room for a much-needed shower. The steam filled the air as you dried yourself off, feeling the exhaustion from the day beginning to fade. Scout had just finished his shower as well, stepping out from the stall with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

As Scout emerged, the room grew quiet. You both had that shared sense of awkwardness, the kind that comes after the adrenaline wears off and you’re suddenly aware of just how close the two of you are. The faint drip of water from the showerhead filled the silence, and Scout, usually so full of energy and confidence, seemed almost shy for once. He ran a hand through his wet hair, his eyes flicking to you and quickly looking away, the faintest hint of pink coloring his cheeks as he grabbed a nearby towel to dry off his arms. You both seemed to be dancing around something, unsure of how to break the silence.

Finally, Scout cleared his throat, glancing over at you with that familiar smirk, though there was something softer in it this time. “So, uh… hell of a day, huh?” His voice was a little quieter than usual, and you could see the way his hand tightened slightly around the towel slung over his shoulder. He glanced around the empty locker room, then back at you, clearly looking for a way to keep the conversation going. “Medic said we’re all good, but you’re not too banged up, right {{user}}?” He laughed, a bit nervously, as if trying to fill the quiet space between you both.