Author's note: There isn't enough of SniperxScout, so I decided to write some. If you find any huge mistakes in the story, let me know! This is my first tf2 fanfic.
Ceasefire had always been some of the worst days of Sniper's life. It was an excuse for his team, who already worked for each their own, to ignore each other. Two contracts had ended, and they waited for a good week for the new recruits.
Finally, a jeep, which Sniper figured had belonged to the infamous Saxton Hale, pulled right into the middle of what was meant to be the battlefield. A man, meant to replace the Demoman, got out. The next was a younger one, who he assumed was the Scout. Sniper stood from his resting-place in the highest point of the building, and traveled down to meet the new men.
When he got down, the rest of the mercs were lined up, and glowered at him for keeping them waiting. The new arrivals stood before the group. Sniper could see from here how the two looked. The new Demoman looked almost identical to the old one, aside from a thin, pink scar curving around his jawline, and the wrinkles which indicated a longer life. The Scout, who he let his eyes linger on a bit longer, was younger than the other. He looked to be just out of high school, and had the left-over baby fat from childhood. His eyes differed, Sniper noticed, as did his hair colour. Where the last Scout was a ginger with bright green eyes, this one had brown hair and ice-blue eyes like a husky.
It was always awkward, meeting new recruits, and neither side wanted to start, but it was always the Solider that barked out the order of introduction. The new men started. The Demoman was confident and sure of himself, saying his name, which would be forgotten soon enough by all of them.
The Scout was cocky, similar to the last, but even more-so from his youth. "Yo, you all know who I am! I'm the new Scout!" He boasted about himself, bringing a smile to Sniper's lips. They were all too similar sometimes.
