Summary: The runner must have heard his muffled shout and whipped around to stare for what could have only been half a second with wide, terrified eyes.
And then a rifle shot split the air with a crack like thunder, and Pyro’s entire world seemed to collapse with Scout.
Woo first art trade and I have no idea how these things work so bear with me! This is my half of the trade with @shadowenza (who also made the wonderful SFM piece above that this was based off), and it was supposed to be a fic around 1k words long but… I have… no self control… lmao.
You can either read it below the cut, or here over on ao3 c: