![]() And every time he walked into a room, it felt like everyone was suddenly staring at him, cutting off conversation and making him the new center of attention. If they weren’t stopping him to chat between matches, they were bothering him on the way back, and if they weren’t bothering him on the way back, they were pestering him at dinner. Suddenly it seemed like everyone made it their business to be in his space, the entire day. Sniper wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, but he was getting irritated by it. Scout jogged over to the goggled man, beginning to talk animatedly with wide gestures, and Spy took his leave, job done. It’ll be great! I’m gonna go talk to Hardhat, we’ve got like, one week to make the coolest birthday ever.” “.Okay, maybe not a whole big thing, but. “You want to make a large, noisy party for a reclusive introvert?” Spy deadpanned. “Y’know what, I’m gonna make sure this birthday is awesome for him! It’s gonna be great, you’ll see. “Well, that’s bullshit! Birthdays are the freakin’ best!” Scout popped the tab on the can, taking a hearty drink from it, looking off towards the doorway. “Not my problem,” Spy said, shrugging and glancing away. “Wait, really?” Scout asked, looking over at Spy, shutting the fridge with the hand not holding a can of some highly-caffeinated energy drink. “And like many, he is not fond of celebrating the slow walk towards death.” “It is his birthday next Friday,” Spy finally said. Scout flipped him off from his place leaned into the fridge. “If I spelled it out, you would still not understand, you’re terrible at reading,” Spy snarked. “What’s happening, c’mon, just spell it out for me.” “What, Arbor Day?” Scout asked sarcastically when Spy didn’t elaborate. “The Bushman is bitter because of what day it is next week,” Spy said. Spy, who was leaned against the counter, spoke. Scout walked to the fridge and opened the door, peering inside. The general room gave a shrug, Engie and Soldier returning to their breakfast, Heavy to his book. “Woah, the hell’s his problem?” Scout asked the few other mercs who got up that early in the morning-namely Engie, Heavy, Spy, and Soldier. He nearly bowled Scout over as they crossed paths in the doorway. He stood abruptly from the breakfast table, earning a few startled looks from his teammates, leaving the dining area before anyone could stop him. The only difference he foresaw between Friday evening of the next week and every other Friday of the year was that he planned on getting even more drunk than usual, off away from the rest of the team where nobody could bother him. So, no, Sniper didn’t celebrate birthdays. He pushed the thought out of his mind before he could sour his mood further. The distinct possibility that nobody would even make note of the event in the first place, and instead they would forget completely, especially given the fact that he intentionally hadn’t told anyone when his birthday was in an attempt to keep himself out of the spotlight? Teasing and prodding from his teammates about how old he was getting? He wouldn’t be surprised. A short crisis over how much of his life had already passed and how little he’d actually accomplished? Extremely probable. A call from his parents that had a 50/50 chance of ending in a shouting match? Possible. The Australian man didn’t have much to look forward to on birthdays. It wasn’t that birthdays weren’t noted, just not made a big fuss of. Nothing magical happened once the clock struck midnight. Some, like Engineer or Heavy, didn’t have a particular fondness for them-a birthday is just a date on a calendar, after all. ![]() Some, like Pyro and Soldier, were ecstatic about them, more than happy to celebrate the passage of time, and looked forward to them far in advance. Birthdays were a complex affair within the base. ![]()
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