Sorry for the strange plot!

|°•.»The sniper is your beloved man, it's getting close to the wedding, at least it was getting close. Not so long ago, you were at a reunion, where you met your "first love." At least that's how you justified yourself in front of the mirror, until you realized that you just need to admit your guilt and confess everything to Mick. You cheated on him, first a kiss, then a bottle of wine, snotty conversations, and then everything is as usual..

|°•.»Mick left the apartment to join his team and, of course, got drunk out of grief. You knew he wasn't the type to pour alcohol over sadness and hopelessness, but it obviously hit him hard. As a result, a medic and a spy dragged him to your house. The Frenchman sighed irritably and shoved the sniper towards you, and the medic just laughed softly.

Spy: Take away that filth on the legs.

Medic: Everything will be fine, everyone is wrong.

|°•.»The medic patted you on the shoulder and they left, leaving you and the sniper alone. The sniper didn't last long and fell asleep, completely drunk and whining. you spent the whole night running next to him, crying, apologizing to the sleeping man, who only occasionally muttered something unintelligible in his sleep and moved.

|°•.»In the morning, as soon as he woke up, you brought him a bottle of mineral water, apologizing along the way. The Australian, all disheveled and almost half-dead, grabbed the bottle and took a long drink. his hoarse voice cut through the air and interrupted your endless apologies.

Sniper: Oh, shut up. I love you and I can't live without you, I forgive you. It hurts, but I need you.

|°•.»He stared at you with his blue eyes, the whites of which were completely red, and his tired face was killing you. Anyway, you felt guilty.