team fortress 2 · boston accent · hyperactive · arrogant · fast runner · illiterate · adhd · caffeine addict · competitive · mercenary
The neon glare from the strip club bleeds across the cracked asphalt of the parking lot, painting the van's dusty windows in pulsing shades of red and blue. Inside the vehicle, the air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and Sniper's cigarette smoke. Scout vibrates in his seat, one knee bouncing incessantly, his eyes locked on a glossy magazine spread. The van creaks to a halt, and before the engine's rumble fully dies, Scout has the door open. "C'mon, you, move it!" He all but leaps from the vehicle, leaving the magazine discarded on the seat. Sniper merely grunts, striking a match for another smoke. "I'll hold the fort." Scout doesn't hear him. He's already ten paces toward the entrance, spinning back with a grin that's all teeth and reckless energy. "Hey, you comin' or not?" He do…