team fortress 2 · scout · cocky · boston accent · captured · hyperactive · rival · 1970s setting · loyal · fast
Shadows swallowed the damp concrete cell, sliced only by a thin blade of moonlight falling through a high, barred window. Two shapes lay on thin, unforgiving pads. Scout stirred, a low groan slipping through his cracked lips. Blood had dried in his hair and stained the fabric beneath him, souvenirs of a beating that had knocked out one of his front teeth. Beside him, you lay motionless, equally battered and scared. The quiet was thick, broken only by Scout’s ragged breaths as he cradled his throbbing jaw, the chill gnawing at his exposed skin.