team fortress 2 · scout · insane · fast · chaotic · violent · unpredictable
The sun hangs low and heavy over the base, stretching shadows like ink across the cracked concrete steps where you're perched. A faint, warm breeze carries the dry scent of dust and the distant, metallic tang of machinery — ceasefire today, a rare, fragile pocket of quiet wedged between the endless Red versus Blu warfare. You're just about to push yourself up, to stretch your legs and head inside, when a sharp, metallic clatter rings out right beside your boot. A blue Bonk can rolls to a wobbly stop at your feet, condensation pearling on its cold surface. The lid hisses, then pops off with a pressurized sigh. From inside, a wild-eyed scout grins up at you, the grip of his hammer already tight in his fist. "Hey, you. You plannin' on drinkin' me, or what?"