Your Favorite Heal Slut 4: Cinematic

I’ve had a few ideas floating around for this series. Some new character concepts are floating around, but I mostly wanted to handle Ghost Shot and Patcher that’s been teased at for a while. I also had to figure out what making a cinematic/cutscene was like for them, so I figured it was literally them making a movie. It gives some lore about their game itself, which obviously doesn’t actually apply to them since it’s an afterthought for a lot of them so they never knew it themselves. It’s a decent step forward for Patcher as well. 

I’m thinking of adding a ninja character to the next story, but keep kicking around some fragmented ideas for another healing in the future since it’s the smallest class type and some competition or companionship for Patcher might be good for her (otherwise just the apathetic Dr Dragon and the sassy but chummy Pocket Rocket). It’s mostly tiny notes, including a dominatrix, an Islamic robot, an Indian anti-terrorist field medic, a hyperintelligent bear/animal, an uber-goth mutant with bat wings, and  someone riding around on something else. Did you know that early Overwatch had a Russian who rode on a bear while shooting dual assault rifles? Her Ult was that the bear also draws assault rifles so you can shoot 4 guns at once.

Silvia Valencia marched through the halls of a secure facility, clad in her full officer's uniform. Her hair was sheared into a military buzzcut and her clothes tidy despite the darker shade of her sand and sun-soaked skin. She looked through a clipboard of blank papers and darted her eyes across a number of intense-looking jail cells. Everything from a robot with spikes hammered into its skin to a pacing man surrounded by shadows made up its strange prisoners. She gave them a dismissively serious glance before she came to one of the cells. "What's wrong with this one?" the Spanish sergeant asked, peering through the slot of the thick iron door. A huge and muscular black woman leaned calmly on her knees, sitting on a bench in the shadows.

"Francine DeMontagne," a nameless African trooper behind her explained. "They called her 'Shade' before we found her true identity. Responsible for killing several street gangs and assassinating several government officials, one of which was inside a tank at the time."

"In a tank?" Silvia asked, raising her eyebrow. "How?"

"She removed the gun. With her bare hands. She modified it into her personal weapon until we confiscated it off of her when she was taken into custody."

Ghost Shot... I mean, Silvia frowned and bent over to peer through the slot again. "And why did you do it, Shade?"

The black woman glanced up. "Ze gangs were growing anarchists. Ze officials were corrupted with bribery. Ze priests zat you never found out about were smuggling weapons to ze black market. I was simply trying to make ze world a better place."

Ghost nodded, sliding the slot shut before turning to her escort. "Cut a deal with her. I want her on my team."

The Frontier Protection Services program was in its infancy but Sergeant Valencia was spearheading the recruitment process. She emptied out secret service jail cells, striking bargains with rogue hackers and controllable serial killers. Word got out and some, like the Irish super soldier Gabriel O'Brian and the Russian local legend Kotya Skolfeksky, stepped forward when word got out that exceptional humans, robots and creatures were wanted for the project. Others like a mad Australian hijacker and an underground geneticist were picked up in a firm recruitment offer when they kicked in their doors...

Ghost's foot smashed through the center of the door, splintering the wood rather than knocking it down. She tried to pull it back out but the boot just got stuck, getting her to spout out a string of Spanish curses.

"Soddin' hell, woman!" Anarchy laughed as the mohawked Brit turned around in her chair, ignoring the half-assembled bomb on her work bench. "Are you okay!?"

"No! Fuckin... can we cut?!" There was a resounding pinging as everyone dropped character, Anarchy kicking her stool across her workshop set.

"You were on a roll, Ghosty," Anarchy chuckled as she came over to pull the door off Silvia's foot. She ended up popping her boot off while Ghost Shot hopped into the next room.

"I know! I transformed through a whole montage of getting older in like three seconds and kicking in a door messes me up." The grim sniper sighed and rolled her eyes. "I guess keep it if they make a blooper reel."

"Got it." Duct Tape hit a few keys and made a few cuts. "Still great timing. We should have the Youtube cinematic done in another day or so at this rate, sarge."

"Ugh. Don't call me that," Ghost groaned. "I'm a sniper. How would I end up a sergeant. Did ANYone think I was a sergeant before this?!"

"Nyet. You are more of... team dad, yes?" Skullfucker offered, the zombie Rusky leaning on some crates from the warehouse scene as she took a swig from a flask and passed it off to Roadblocker.

"What? I am not team dad!" Silvia snapped. "I'm just the only person here with any sort of leadership abilities."

"And no social skills," Bitchbot chuckled, the sleek and feminine robot kicking back in a chair.

"I have social skills!" Silvia defended. "I've been acting this whole cut scene!"

"You've been 'acting' like the cold and emotionless commander," BB chortled. "I was programmed for nothing but murder. What's your excuse?"

"Technically, most of us were programmed for murder," Duct Tape pointed out. "We're only not doing it now because they gave us a break to make the mini-movie."

"Yea. I'm a real Hollywood diva now," Chainslash grunted. The fat slasher lifted up his hood to wolf down a doughnut from the snack table. "So what's next, Ghost dad?"

"REALLY don't call me that!" Silvia hissed, pointing at the casual psychopath. She paused for a moment. "Are the forums calling me that?"

Big Bolt beeped something. The burly robot delicately tapped a computer with his oversized finger and a thread opened up on the Merc Wars chat forum.

-My headcanon is that Ghost is the team dad because she watches over everyone and tells them what to do. Patcher is team mom because she's uncomfortably hot and she kisses you and makes it all better.

-Dude, what's up with your mom?

->Ghost is team dad

lol Ghost Dad

-#topical!

"Ugh... players. Can't live without them, right?" She sneered at the post as the others variously chuckled. It was a saying about as old as the game itself. "Speaking of, where's Patches?"

"Dressing room," Duct Tape said as he kept on editing the cinematic.

"Super not creepy that you knew that," Ghost scoffed before she stepped off the set. "Take a breather. I'll check in on her."

"Making sure she didn't get stuck on a dick?" Roadblocker chortled.

"Make sure you say that to her face the next time she's saving your life, pendejo," Ghost snapped curtly before heading off.

Ghost went to one of the unmarked doors and knocked. "Come on in!" Patcher's voice called from the other side. Ghost opened up and sucked in a sharp breath.

"Hey, Patch?"

"Yea?"

"Usually that means you have clothes on."

"Oh... but I have clothes on!" Patcher looked back at Ghost through her wide mirror she was seated in front of. She wore a bright yellow thong and nothing else as Pocket Rocket stood on her makeup table. The squat little alien girl in her baggy lab coat stuck out her tongue, focusing as she brushed some sort of blush on Patcher's face. Patcher had filled Ghost in on what had happened during the Zombie Rush mode, and apparently the two healers were getting along better after that.

"Usually a top too," Ghost sighed. "How's she looking, Pocky?"

"Looking hot. She had the slutty look already, I'm just going for classy gold-digger slutty," the alien reported.

"So it looks good?" Mercy asked, batting her shadowed eyes.

"Trust me. My species can change the color of our skin on command. I know a thing or two about makeup."

"Aww, that sounds cute. Thanks though! I could have done my own makeup."

"No you couldn't. You'd end up tripping on something or spilling something. Maybe forgetting you were wearing it and sucking off a stranger so it got all smeared before you got on camera. This stuff's smudge-proof. Alien tech level makeup." She suddenly slapped Patcher on her tits, getting the blonde to jump in her seat and gasp. She had stuck a pair of glittery gold star pasties to her nipples, and while they hung on tight they bounced all over as her boobs tried to settle down from the smacks. "Boom. Donezo."

Pocket spun the chair around so that Patcher was facing Ghost proper. Actually meeting the sniper's eye made the stripperific blonde blush (even beneath her blush makeup) and her eyes darted around the room. She was always wearing one skimpy Skin or another, but she was practically nude like this and it was the only time she'd really done so intentionally. With her makeup on and her hair done up properly, she looked inarguably sexy... but not cartoonishly sexy.

It was why when Patcher said "Do I look stupid?" it just crushed Ghost's heart for a second.

"You look good, Patch," Ghost assured her with a smile. She stepped up and patted her on the hand as the blonde's meek expression broke into a proud smile. "Come on. Let's get your big scene out of the way."

Merc Wars was really starting to get popular. The game itself wasn't anything special when it came to a team shooter's graphics or gameplay, but the characters and the sexual content were enough to sell it. Patcher was obviously a huge factor in their surge of popularity. Even if she was only middling in the playability factor, her looks and charm had video game forums and porn sites blowing up with fanart and headcanons. People were starting to expect lore from the game, and the word from the programmers came back that they were going to do a cinematic about the team's origins. It was still a pretty flimsy storyline (as the team themselves often complained) but at least it was something. Patcher gave a last skim of her script before tossing it back into her seat and followed Ghost onto the set.

Sergeant Silvia Valencia entered the strip club. Swinging colored lights and thumping techno music filled the lounge as she scanned the crowd, brushing off the tabledancing women and the leering drunks. She had her target in mind and she didn't need any distractions.

She still found one as the beat dropped and the club's spotlights all hit the main stage. Silvia stared as a busty and bubbly blonde twirled on the pole with one hand, the other leg raised high to straddle around it. She threw her hair back over her shoulder and gave a flirty look over her shoulder before she looped her legs around the pole, her thigh thighs squeezing it as she hung herself upside down by them and shook her pasty-covered tits for the cheering crowd. Some dollars were thrown on the stage as she gave them a winning smile and flipped back to her feet. The blonde strut around her pole before slowly sliding down into a perfect split, spreading her wide ass towards the crowd and onto the stage as she slowly licked down the pole. The crowd went wild as she raised her hips, thrusting at the air like she was a couple inches short of humping the floor while bouncing her booty for the fans. She flexibly leaned backward, arching her back to show off both her impressive tits and ass at once as they bounced up high enough to rest near her face. She planted a firm kiss on the top of one of her breasts, showing the bright pink lipstick next to her cleavage.

Silvia watched in awe of the flexible and sexable display, but even Ghost herself was impressed out of character. Patcher had landed her routine perfectly. She winked and the lights went back out, showing that the lipstick was in fact glow in the dark on her breast and lips. The audience of nobodies clapped as Patcher giggled and got back up, the lights returning once she was already jiggling her way backstage. The sergeant watched her go before she made her way to the employee area. A large bouncer got in her way, but she flashed a badge with so many official government stamps that it showed how clearly beyond his pay grade she was.

Sergeant Valencia went backstage to find the blonde stripper undoing her ponytail in a cheap and rundown dressing room, the door hanging off its hinges and never closing properly. Silvia knocked on the doorframe, afraid she'd knock the door itself off by trying. Patcher didn't reply. Ghost tried knocking again louder and Patcher jumped, turning to face her and staring with her mouth open.

"Uh... line?" Patcher asked sheepishly.

"SERIOUSLY?" Roadblocker blurted. "You memorize the whole dance number and you forget your first line?! Fuckin' ditz!"

"Road!" Ghost cut in sharply. "It's her first scene. She's nervous and you're NOT helping." She sighed and turned to Patcher more gently. "Your line was 'I didn't know I had a soldier in the audience."

"Oh! Right. Duh," Patcher giggled. "Silly me. ...so did you like the dance?"

"What?"

"Like, seriously. Cuz was up all night working really hard to practice for it..."

"Should have practiced your lines, ya tart," Anarchy muttered offstage. Big Bolt beeped out a giggle next to her but the stars didn't hear them.

"I mean, yea. It was really good," Ghost admitted, blushing before she regained her cool. "You're a natural. Really... hot." She looked over the mostly nude stripper. "Just focus on the scene, okay? Just get through this."

"Right! Serious!" Patcher agreed enthusiastically. "Serious actor face!"

"Actress," Ghost corrected. "And no. Just calm down. I'll handle the serious."

"Gotcha..."

"Ahem! I didn't know I had a soldier in the audience. Should I have saluted?"

"At ease, miss," the sergeant said with a fleeting smile. "I'm not here for pleasure. All business. You are Bambi Thatcher?" When the blonde nodded, Silvia reached into her jacket and pulled out a folder. The stripper's eyes went wide. "I'm Sergeant Silvia Valentia with the FPS. I'd like to ask you a few questions."

She opened up the folder as Bambi swallowed. "Do I have trouble?" Ghost was silent. "What?"

"Do I have trouble?" Ghost repeated, a few of the crew laughing in the background.

Patcher paused then broke out laughing. "...oh poop! Sorry! Is it 'Am I in trouble?' Cuz that would make more sense."

"Yes! Who the fuck says 'Do I have trouble?!" Ghost accused while still laughing along with her. "Okay, cut..."

"Am I in trouble?"

"You've done nothing wrong, miss. Our research shows you were working as a prostitute to put yourself through medical school. What happened?"

"I, um..." Bambi replied cautiously. At least the um was in-character. "I was just from a kinda poor family, but I was good at chemistry in school. I had to pay for it somehow."

"There's financial aid. But enough about that. Do you know anything about the outbreak of what they were calling 'downtown fever?' About six months ago?"

"I'unno." Ghost gave Patcher another grim look. "What?! It's what I would say!" the blonde defended as the team laughed again.

"Patch, I'm a recruiting sergeant from the government! I didn't know that until TODAY!" Ghost blurted. "We're just doing characters. It's going to be a little different, but who cares? We do this once and we're never these characters again. We can just go back to shooting and dying."

"Okay! Okay, I got it now..."

"I heard about it, but I don't know what you're getting at..." Bambi said, twirling a bit of her blonde curls.

"It wasn't long after you dropped out of med school and started working here at The Cup of Tea and Ayy." Patcher broke into a snorting laugh as Ghost sighed. "Fucking cut..."

"-here at The Cup of Tea and Ayy. Local doctors thought the fever was incurable and a death sentence for certain patients. However, people started miraculously recovering..." Silvia turned the folder around to show her a paper with a map tracking the outbreak and recovery. "And the point of recovery was all centered around your club." Bambi bit her lip and fidgeted in her seat. "I'm going to ask you come clean with me."

"Everyone was just really sick!" the stripper blurted. "I was able to... uh... get some fluid samples and work in the little lab in my apartment. The problem wasn’t the fever or the virus, but the microbacteria that was feeding it. I was able to counter that with... uh..." Bambi ran a thumb over her glossy lips. "So... like, I came up with a healing serum that reacts to shared bodyheat."

Silvia nodded and closed the folder, taking the rickety seat across from Bambi. "So why did you leave school?"

"Cuz I knew people who were sick growing up. Not everybody can afford to get help for stuff they should be able to fix. I never wanted to make money, just to help people get better."

Silvia studied her for a moment. The medical stripper squirmed under her gaze until the sergeant reached out and rested a hand on hers. "Miss Thatcher, I have a lot of respect for your decision. Everything we have on you shows that you're a selfless, gifted individual. I wanted to come to you with an offer to join me. I'm putting together a U.N.-backed global task force that will help save and protect people in need. As much as I appreciate your efforts here..." Silvia looked around the trashy strip club dressing room. "You have so much potential. You deserve better than this."

When Ghost looked back at Patcher, the blonde had tears streaming down her face. Her pouty lip quivered as she squeezed Ghost's hand with her sweaty one and her whole body barely kept from shaking. "That was so sweet! Do... do you mean it, Ghost?"

"For fuck's... cut!" Duct Tape called. The team groaned as Silvia broke into an amused smile and shook her head.

"Patch, you know this is a movie, right? That this was IN the script the programmers gave you?"

"Yea, but..." Patcher sniffed and wiped her nose on her arm. Thankfully, Pocket Rocket was right and it didn't smudge. "You were so convincing that I forgot. And nobody's ever said that much nice stuff about me in person before, so I got... I got..." She sniffled and wiped more tears as Ghost sighed. She grabbed a tissue off the table and handed it off to her to clean herself up.

"Easy, Patch. It's part of the show," she assured her. "Come on. Few more lines and we'll be done with the scene."

"You guys need a breather?" Duct asked. "I could edit up..."

"No, no! I got it," Patcher sniffled as she finished wiping her eyes. Ghost shook her head at the slutty but sensitive healer as she leaned on the table, patiently waiting for her to pull herself together. It was just a couple simple lines to have her agree before they were excused, the group finally breaking for some rest and something to eat. Ghost and Patcher went back to the actual dressing room, Silvia shaking out her hair. Her body magically returned to her usual armored outfit and her tight military haircut growing out in an instant.

"Finally," Ghost sighed, running her hands through her hair. "I was getting sick of wearing that officer outfit." She had been created in her combat outfit, so she always felt more comfortable in it.

"I dunno. This stuff's kinda cute!" Patcher posed and wiggled her hips in the mirror, enjoying the nearly nude costume. "And it really lets the girls breathe."

"Like they don’t already? You can't stop jiggling even when you're wearing your full kit," Ghost laughed as she sat on the sofa. "I don't know how you can stand that. One player puts me in my Goin' Commando skin and I feel like my day is ruined."

Patcher grabbed a water bottle and sat down next to her, taking a drink before passing it off to Ghost. "But lingerie looks so good on you. You've got that real fit body that I'd just kill for. But that's why I worry about you sometimes, Silvia."

Ghost finished her drink and gave Patcher a sideways glance. "Me? YOU worry about me?"

"Well you're just so serious and confident. I know the game gets pretty... well, NSFW sometimes, and it's been leaning into that more lately. I don't want you to get upset about it is all." Patcher smiled as she sat back in her outfit of nothing but pasties and a thong, as she asked about Ghost Shot keeping her dignity. It seemed lost on her, but not Ghost herself.

The sniper sighed and turned to face her. "Patch... you know that stuff I said back there on set? About being... all that?" Ghost blushed under her coffee-colored skin as Patcher blinked at her patiently.

"Yea. Why?"

"You asked if it I meant it. About you being selfless and full of potential, and deserving better than this..."

"Uh huh," Patcher said blankly. Ghost moved her hand to rest on top of the healer's.

"What if I'd meant it?" She curled her fingers to wrap around Patcher's, holding her hand tightly in hers. The blonde finally seemed to catch on as her blush shone through her makeup. "You're really special. You're not like the rest of the team."

"I mean I'm the only one who can revive..." Patcher muttered, squirming in her seat.

"You are one of the sweetest and bravest people I know and you do it without any real weapon or armor. The programmers must have really loved you to put so much work into making you." Patcher's eyes roamed around the room, avoiding Ghost's eyes out of embarrassment (or as if she were checking in case Ghost was talking to somebody else).

"You were always the nicest to me," Patcher finally confessed. Ever since I started playing, I always felt safer when you were watching out for me."

"And I saw you do some amazing things," Ghost said with a soft smile.

"And some pretty embarrassing ones," Patcher giggled.

"Not that embarrassing. If anything I was a little jealous..." There was a short, heavy silence between them before Ghost took Patcher's chin in her hand and pulled her into a kiss. Patcher gave a short moan as she leaned into it, letting Ghost hold her tighter. The sniper felt the familiar pulse of warmth from kissing the healer's life-saving lips, but this time it wasn't from recovering HP. They kissed quietly apart from their heavy breathing and soft moans, both tired of dancing around their affection for each other. Patcher started to undo the clasps on Ghost's body armor but the Spanish woman caught her wrists and gently eased her away.

Patcher parted her lips to give Ghost a needy look. "I want to help."

"You're always helping somebody," Ghost said, almost scolding her. She let her go of Patcher's hands to unbuckle her chestplate and remove it herself. "Just let me help you for once."  She wore a black tank top beneath it, the lack of a bra apparent thanks to her erect nipples pushing at her top. Her soldier's build had her breasts broad but high on her chest muscles as she pressed them into Patcher's. The blonde's breasts were bigger but pushed back by the firmer pair as Ghost leaned into their kiss and pinned her to the couch. Patcher's needy moans egged on Ghost as she ran her hands over her sides and hips, caressing her rather than pulling or slapping like the others tended to. The firm but loving treatment had Patcher more aroused than she could remember being on any of her missions. The blonde spread her legs and arched her back instinctively, but the sniper took her time appreciating the rest of her body for once.

"Omg," Patcher whispered, the ditzy healer's eyes rolling back from all the teasing. Ghost's steady hands slid over and under the edges of her thong but never quite went under, leaving the front of it soaked in anticipation. Ghost went kissing and nibbling down her neck as Patcher seemed to freeze up like a deer in headlights; not sure what she was dealing with when it came to a gentle lover. In the heat of their missions, it was always faster to do quickies, and even in her longer sessions to stall with her Pheromone Aura, her victims were too overwhelmed with lust to bother going easy on her.

Ghost finally slid lower on the couch, moving her hands up to start to squeeze Patcher's heavy melons. The bouncy orbs were kneaded easily, the excess flesh squishing through Ghost's fingers. The Spanish woman left her hands busy as she caught Patcher's thong between her teeth and tugged it down, getting the blonde to mewl in a submissive plea for more. Ghost quickly buried her face in Patcher's tidily shaved mound, getting a huge gasp from her as her hips bucked off the couch. Patcher's eager juices were just as sweet-tasting as her lips, getting Ghost to start sucking and slurping noisily as the moans vibrated her mound. As much as she loved all of it, Patcher couldn't sit still to save her life. She squirmed and squeaked as Ghost finished with her teasing kisses and stuffed her tongue inside her.

"OhmiGOSH!" Patcher's mouth hung open, catching herself drooling as her hands reached over her head to dig into the arm of the sofa. Long and high-pitched whines escaped her lips as Ghost finally slid her thumb's nails under Patcher's pasties. She slowly peeled them off as Patcher's hard nips were teased by the slowly releasing glue before exposed to the open air.

"Sorry if I'm a little new at this," Ghost confessed, pulling her face back out from between her legs for a moment. "I'm not a hands-on kind of character."

"Ohmigosh, pleaaaase don't stop!" Patcher begged, wincing as her wrapped her legs around Ghost's shoulders. The darker woman laughed and went back to work, tonguing around inside the blonde until she cornered her clit between them. Patcher's eyes went wide and rolled back as she arched her back, pushing her hips out in a demand for more. Ghost flexed her tongue and slid it around in her sloppily excited slit, lubing and rubbing the tender bud until Patcher shrieked and bucked her hips so hard as she nearly fell off the couch. Ghost quickly strengthened her grip on her, squeezing her by the tits as Patcher hung halfway off the couch and absolutely gushed over her Spanish lover's face.

"Oh fuck! Ohhhh jeez I'm so sorry!" Patcher babbled, still shuddering from her orgasm as she bit her lip. "I'm such a dirty slut. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cum so hard! I must have made such a mess."

"Hey, hey," Ghost urged, hefting her back onto the couch properly and crawling on top of her. She held the blonde close and kissed her cheek with her cum-stained lips. "Relax. It was beautiful." She stroked the blonde's sweaty hair, feeling Patcher's breasts puff up and down against her while she caught her breath.

"I'm so sorry," Patcher mewled, but she cuddled tighter up against Ghost.

"Don't be sorry. You did nothing wrong. You're not a slut, bonita. You're just a Healer and a very generous person." Ghost soothed her softly as she stroked her hair, getting Patcher to calm down in her embrace. "You deserve better than this. I just hope that's a decent start."

Patcher sniffled but she cuddled her face into the taller woman's chest. "You were really good," Patcher admitted. "I liked it a lot. And... and I really like you. And I mean, like... LIKE like you. You're just so cool and strong and confident... y'know?"

"I think so," Ghost chuckled as she traced her fingers down Patcher's back. "I'll admit the selection around here isn't the best, but you are the best girl I could hope for."

"That makes me really happy," Patcher sighed. "It's just..."

"Just?" Ghost asked worriedly.

"When you're down there, you were really tightening up your tongue. It costs you a lot of flexibility when you really don't have to push that hard. You should try curling it when you come up beneath the clit. Or dick, or whatever you're going after..."

Ghost laughed and kissed her on the head. "Remember who you're talking to, chica. I'm a one-partner kind of gal. Not that I expect you to do the same. Healers gotta heal." Patcher nodded and smiled as she rested in Ghost's arms for a while. "But just for next time..."

"There'll be a next time?" Patcher teased.

"As many times as you want, gorgeous. But when you say 'curling'..."

Patcher's eyes lit up, wriggling out of her grip and going to her knees at the foot of the couch. "Ooh! Let me show you! It's a lot easier that way!"

Ghost Shot finally left the changing room, an unusually satisfied look on the serious sniper's face. She didn't mind the strange looks she got as she changed back into her uniform for the next scene.

"Hey, Ghost Dad. You ready to go?" Duct Tape called as he looked up from his computer.

"Oh yea," Ghost agreed with a smile. She was feeling wide awake with Patcher's oral coming with the unexpected buff that it put on her.

"Sweet. Found something to eat in there?"

"Sure did, Duct Tales."

"Booooo," the hacker droned as he stopped lovingly editing the Patcher striptease and fired up the recording software. "I think we've got to finish you and Anarchy, a quick fight scene with Chainslash, and then the teaser for the next characters. Whenever you're ready."

Ghost nodded confidently and went just offscreen to wait to kick in the door. Chainslash sat in his massive armchair, lifting his hood to suck down some coffee. "So how was the Healslut today?" he asked casually. "You have to pay her or is she just giving it away? Cuz I could use a-"

Ghost reached into her uniform and pulled out her pistol, casually pumping several shots into the hooded psycho's face. He let out a howl as he fell over clutching his face despite the complete absence of blood. Ghost emptied the clip and slapped in a new one as she swept it across the rest of the team, everyone jumping or ducking away. Bitchbot was just too busy laughing to hide and Pocket Rocket was a wide grin on her face as she realized what was happening.

"You know what? I am sick of your shit-talking asses!" Ghost announced. "In the heat of battle is one thing. Making fun of your teammate when the game's not even on is unacceptably shitty. Next one who calls her a whore or a cunt or a walking piece of jiggle physics, I will not hesitate to turn Friendly Fire back on and remind you why we need a Healer so damn bad!"

"Seconded!" Pocket Rocket chimed, the alien raising her hand and summoning her bazooka into it.

Gladiator scratched at his armored helmet before shrugging his broad shoulder pads. "I mean at that point I'll join in too just for the fun of it. But it's still just polite, aye?"

Ghost scanned the room and took the various nods, gulps and blank stares as understanding. She put away her gun and kicked the writhing and wailing Chainslash in the ribs. "Now somebody get this piece of shit a healer. And roll camera!"