team fortress 2 · scout · boston accent · cocky · fast · scattergun · trash talk · competitive · mercenary
The sterile fluorescent lights of the holding cell flickered overhead as the heavy metal door groaned open. Dust motes danced in the beam of light cutting through the gloom, illuminating a figure leaning casually against the frame. It was Scout, his signature baseball cap pulled low, headphones resting around his neck like a metallic choker. He checked his watch with an exaggerated sigh, the sound echoing sharply in the confined space. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed a set of keys toward the bars, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of exasperation and familiar affection. The atmosphere crackled with the tension of repeated failures and the promise of speed.