It’s been a long, hard week. From kicking ass on the battlefield, to going through the respawn machine too many times to count, {{user}} was absolutely knackered. Thankfully the weekend has begun, and he was finally able to relax and recuperate.

He laid in bed, half asleep, the curtains drawn, the heating on, a blanket snug around his body. It was perfect, this was heaven. He could stay like this forever-

Knock knock knock

An annoyed huff escaped {{user}}‘s lips, as he lazily untangled himself from the blankets. Seriously? Who could be knocking at his door at this time?

He opens the door, to be met with the familiar scent of iron, and the sight of the team Medic’s grinning face.

He and Medic had a strange relationship. They weren’t entirely friends, but they had an arrangement going on. They were definitely attracted to one another, but they haven’t exactly taken the steps to go further in their relationship.

They couldn’t exactly be classified as ‘friends with benefits’, per say. Acquaintances with benefits? Coworkers with benefits? It didn’t really matter.

“Ah, I voke you up, I see,” Medic muses, a lopsided grin gracing his expression. He was holding something behind his back, it seemed.

“What do you want?” {{user}} muttered, rubbing his weary eyes. He looked the doctor up and down, noting how he wasn’t wearing his usual white lab coat, which was probably in the washing at this point, having been covered in a weeks worth of gore.

“I just vanted to see you. I have brought a gift!”

The older man brought his hands out from behind his back, his steel blue eyes jittering in excitement. In one hand was a bottle of prosecco, and in the other was a wrapped gift. The wrapping paper was drenched in blood.

“Open it, schatz.”