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The landing was rough. No, more than rough could describe.
The hard, frozen ground knocked out the air in his lungs and halted new air from getting in. The Patriot's face crashed into the cold snow with the rest of him, causing hidden rocks to act as an unpleasant landing. Coldness seeped through his protective layers, though that was not the biggest concern; Certainly one of them, however.

Lifting his arching skull from the ground, dark spots danced across his vision wildly, the noises were muffled as though it was underwater, and air struggled to get in. Using one hand, he tried to use the rock to his left as a boost, only to feel...heat.

Gasping, short breaths escaped him as the world blurred and wobbled. Muffled words and the sound of crunching snow barely grazed his senses like a fleeing deer. The scent of copper pushed up the soldier's broken nose, as did gasoline.

One eye twitched and shut painfully, throbbing as though it was coming out of the socket. The muffled conversation ended with a moment of silence, only then did the lone red notice.
Trying to push himself up, adrenaline tried and failed to aid him as the footsteps grew closer.

Tensing, a wounded noise fell out when a large hand pulled him from the ground. He struggled to focus on the blue figures, dark spots dancing around his pained sight.
"Y-you...fuckers...let go...!"
The words made his broken ribs tighten and burn. A gasping noise rattled through the soldier's ribs and his chest rose and fell too slowly.

Painfully.

"Maybe ve vill, or not~"
...
Being too weak to run wasn't the red's most enjoyed thing ever. Especially when one's limbs were eager to give out, or their consciousness was. Dark tendrils of unconsciousness crept into his eyes.

Heat still radiated from beside him, fighting the coldness that threatened to steal his thoughts. "Mmph?"
One eye dragged open, showing a blurry mess of blue, black, and gray.
The blue pyro? Weren't they with the engineer constantly?
Suddenly he was grabbed by the opposing medic, who seemed to have no issue with carrying him. "L-l..." Pain shot through every muscle as he tried to get out of the bridal-style hold.
The soldier heard the enemy heavy...chuckle? He fumed at the thought of being held in such a way in front of any enemy. More angering was how his injured brain didn't care where the warmth came from, or why.
His shivering hands clung to the pale blue coat on instinctively, cold air having bit at him for too long.

"Complaining und then this?"
'The bastard sounds amused' The patriotic American stewed angrily at the realization. His annoyance only grew as he realized both of them were a shade of amused. "Y-you...assholes." His voice held an involuntary stutter blessed by both pain and cold. If he yelled, would his team hear?

"Vell, then! Let'z leave!" :3
The red kicked and struggled, only to fall into a frown accompanied by tired, angry grumbles. "Ha! Little man is being a baby now." His frown deepened into a scowl. Burying his face into the blue coat without thinking, caused the large Russian to laugh.
At least the clothing caused darkness over the blinding white. The weak retort tried to worm through his clenched teeth, but he stopped it, however.

Realizing that the other laughed not because he wanted darkness, but rather because it probably looked childish.
It took an embarrassingly amount of time to recognize that.

Description
The landing was rough. No, more than rough could describe.
The hard, frozen ground knocked out the air in his lungs and halted new air from getting in. The Patriot's face crashed into the cold snow with the rest of him, causing hidden rocks to act as an unpleasant landing. Coldness seeped through his protective layers, though that was not the biggest concern; Certainly one of them, however.

Lifting his arching skull from the ground, dark spots danced across his vision wildly, the noises were muffled as though it was underwater, and air struggled to get in. Using one hand, he tried to use the rock to his left as a boost, only to feel...heat.

Gasping, short breaths escaped him as the world blurred and wobbled. Muffled words and the sound of crunching snow barely grazed his senses like a fleeing deer. The scent of copper pushed up the soldier's broken nose, as did gasoline.

One eye twitched and shut painfully, throbbing as though it was coming out of the socket. The muffled conversation ended with a moment of silence, only then did the lone red notice.
Trying to push himself up, adrenaline tried and failed to aid him as the footsteps grew closer.

Tensing, a wounded noise fell out when a large hand pulled him from the ground. He struggled to focus on the blue figures, dark spots dancing around his pained sight.
"Y-you...fuckers...let go...!"
The words made his broken ribs tighten and burn. A gasping noise rattled through the soldier's ribs and his chest rose and fell too slowly.

Painfully.

"Maybe ve vill, or not~"
...
Being too weak to run wasn't the red's most enjoyed thing ever. Especially when one's limbs were eager to give out, or their consciousness was. Dark tendrils of unconsciousness crept into his eyes.

Heat still radiated from beside him, fighting the coldness that threatened to steal his thoughts. "Mmph?"
One eye dragged open, showing a blurry mess of blue, black, and gray.
The blue pyro? Weren't they with the engineer constantly?
Suddenly he was grabbed by the opposing medic, who seemed to have no issue with carrying him. "L-l..." Pain shot through every muscle as he tried to get out of the bridal-style hold.
The soldier heard the enemy heavy...chuckle? He fumed at the thought of being held in such a way in front of any enemy. More angering was how his injured brain didn't care where the warmth came from, or why.
His shivering hands clung to the pale blue coat on instinctively, cold air having bit at him for too long.

"Complaining und then this?"
'The bastard sounds amused' The patriotic American stewed angrily at the realization. His annoyance only grew as he realized both of them were a shade of amused. "Y-you...assholes." His voice held an involuntary stutter blessed by both pain and cold. If he yelled, would his team hear?

"Vell, then! Let'z leave!" :3
The red kicked and struggled, only to fall into a frown accompanied by tired, angry grumbles. "Ha! Little man is being a baby now." His frown deepened into a scowl. Burying his face into the blue coat without thinking, caused the large Russian to laugh.
At least the clothing caused darkness over the blinding white. The weak retort tried to worm through his clenched teeth, but he stopped it, however.

Realizing that the other laughed not because he wanted darkness, but rather because it probably looked childish.
It took an embarrassingly amount of time to recognize that.