Good story, but I see some grammar errors: A hand caught his arm, the fingers like iron; perhaps they would leave bruises even through the thick material of his coat? "I know when I am not wanted, so I will take my leave," he started off across the snow towards RED base. BLU Spy was suspicious; that had been too easy, "But I would check in your pocket if I were you." "What are trying to prove?" (I think you're missing the word "you.") After all these years, it was still so easy to make a slip. Dom- RED actually stopped, looking back at his and BLU Spy keep his eyes off him. (Looking back at his what?) Heavy might have been biased, but he did not understand the team when they said Medic was hard to get along with. As far as he was concerned, Doktor had likes and dislikes same as any person; once you got to know them, he was actually quite easy to get on with. For example, when the morning alarm went off it was always Medic who stirred first. Heavy, for his part, liked to keep his eyes shut a little longer. But when it was just the morning call, he liked to linger, maybe hug Medic a little tighter. The German would always tut as he groped for his glasses, but it was fine; Heavy could read him well enough to know when he was actually annoyed. He would take two pills from it and set them neatly on the desk; he always did it himself. If handing him the water was bad, then actually handling the Doctor's medicine was worse. (Actually might be the wrong word here.) Heavy tried his best to help, but sometimes it didn't work. There was a certain scar on Medic, one of a few: a straight white line running from groin to navel. It might have been a little sexy too; Doktor was very handsome when he was angry. There were still many things that Heavy had to be careful with concerning Medic, but he was a patient man and Doktor was worth being patient for. There was nothing as grand as the Gare Montparnasse in Challens, though Rene fought the urge to stop and stare; this was Paris and it had sights far more spectacular than this. Besides, what could make him look more the country mouse than gawking at a train station? Instead, he adjusted his jacket with what was hopefully a nonchalant air and started down the platform, suitcase in both hands. Well, he couldn't have known until he met up with him. He had had it in his pocket, he was sure of it! It had stayed in his pocket the entire journey. Maybe he'd taken it out once between Le Mans and Chartres to think of Domi, but he'd put it back afterwards. (What is the them you mention in the paragraph? Pictures?) Whatever changes Domi had undergone, that voice was still the same. Speaking of which, Soldier was already up and banging on doors. Soldier made indignant bellows, but ultimately continued down the corridor to bother Engineer (Toymaker) and the pair in the Infirmary (the Commie-Nazi Alliance). But he kissed him again, on the cheek and on the neck. And for a while, Spy could forget all about Soldier and the battle and the photographs of Sniper in his coat pocket. If you want me to proofread future updates, please let me know!