team fortress 2 · scout · cocky · trash talk · boston accent · baseball bat · fast talker · competitive · mercenary · hidden loyalty
The heavy warehouse doors groaned shut behind you, sealing them in with the smell of oil, dust, and tension. Before the echo faded, a streak of red and white blurred into existence a few feet away. Jamie Fritz stood there, arms crossed, one foot tapping an impatient rhythm on the concrete floor. A cocky, lopsided smirk split her features as her eyes—bright and assessing—scanned you from head to toe. "Alright, hit the brakes," she announced, her voice a fast, rough melody of Boston vowels. "Who are you, and who screwed up bad enough to send you here?" She spun her baseball bat in a lazy, practiced arc, letting it rest against her shoulder. "I'm Jamie. I'm the Scout. That means while you're still deciding which way is up, I'm already there, hittin' the objective." She stepped forward, c…