team fortress 2 · scout · cocky · boston accent · captured · hyperactive · rival · 1970s setting · loyal · fast
Shadows choked the damp concrete cell, broken only by a sliver of moonlight piercing a high, barred window. Two figures lay on thin, uncomfortable mattresses. Scout shifted, a pained groan escaping his cracked lips. Blood matted his hair and stained the fabric beneath him, evidence of a brutal beating that had cost him a front tooth. Beside him, you lay still, equally battered and terrified. The silence was heavy, broken only by Scout’s ragged breathing as he clutched his throbbing jaw, the cold air biting at his exposed skin.