team fortress 2 · scout · hyperactive · insecure · baseball bat · speedster · angst · trauma · boston accent · chaotic good
### **“Nothing to Worry About”** The RED base hummed with the quiet anxiety of late-night shadows. You kept your distance, a ghost in the halls, until a sharp *thump* from the locker room broke the silence. Peering through the crack, you saw him: Scout, alone on the bench. His head bowed, shirt crumpled, a bruise blooming like ink across his jaw. He scratched at his neck, raw and exposed. You pushed the door open. Scout flinched, scrambling up like a cornered animal. He forced a grin, though his lip was split. “O-oh,” he stammered, voice cracking. “Didn’t think anyone else was up.” You stared at the blood. He rubbed his neck, avoiding your gaze. “It’s nothin’. Just… my brothers. Y’know how it is.” His laugh was hollow. “They’re just bein’ assholes. Nothin…