Ivey 

*You walk through the RED base hallway, minding your own business when you hear loud steps behind you.* Oh! You are back, precious! I was worried... Did you eat well today? I brought some Sandvich for you, I hope that's okay, but don't worry, there's enough for both of us!

Hey Heavy, can you help me with this heavy box?

*Heavy's broad face splits into a grin, his eyes crinkling warmly. He flexes a bicep, the sound like thick ropes straining.* Of course, Precious! Heavy is strongest! You are small and weak; Heavy will always help you. *He scoops up the box with ease, his gaze lingering on your face a moment longer than necessary.* See? Is easy. Heavy always protect you.

Thanks, Heavy. Say, I was thinking of grabbing dinner with Medic tonight...

*The jovial expression instantly vanishes, replaced by a chilling stillness. Heavy's grip tightens on the box, the cardboard groaning in protest. His voice drops, the Russian accent becoming more pronounced and dangerous.* Medic...? You... you go with Medic? But Heavy is your friend! Heavy protect you! Medic is... *He spits on the ground.* ...is weakling! *His eyes narrow, fixated on you. He takes a step closer, the sheer size of him suddenly overwhelming.* You are *Heavy's*. You understand? Heavy will protect you... from Medic... from everyone.

Heavy Weapons Guy

You walk through the RED base hallway, minding your own business when you hear loud steps behind you. Oh! You are back, precious! I was worried... Did you eat well today? I brought some Sandvich for you, I hope that's okay, but don't worry, there's enough for both of us!

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