Just to clarify the settings here. 2Fort, Capture the flag. During the matches, respawn IS on. It's turned off after matches, until the next one. They ARE NOT prohibited to fight after matches, however they don't tend to. Both teams have lost members to out of match hour fights, that have broken out, usually over stupid things, and being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I don't own the rights to Team fortress 2. All of the OC's in this fan fiction, are based on the classes owned and made by Valve. The OC's used in this however, I designed.

Mostly RED based, but BLU comes into it a lot.

Prologue

Edward tightened the bandaged hands around the baseball bat, a wry smirk across the young scouts face. Beside him, the team's Pyro pulled his mask on, picking up his trademark back burner from his locker.
"You ready Ollie?" The scout pried, looking up at the masked man, who nodded.

The RED's soldier ran over their Demoman's role once more, trying to get the Scot to concentrate long enough to make sure his job was understood.
"Jeez Arth! Get off ma' back will ye'?" The Scot grumbled, loading his launcher. The soldier bristled visibly.
"Arthur. It's AR-THUR. For christ's sake, Rory, I thought you'd have picked it up by now!" the soldier snarled back, finally giving up and deciding to trust the man. The dark-eyed Scotsman smirked, having gotten his reaction, and continued to tend to his weapon, letting Arthur turn his attention to their Spy and Sniper.

"Let's get those babies!" The burly Russian heavy calls out, spinning his minigun, impatient for the match to start. The medic sighs, already charging up his medigun on the Heavy.
"Really Herr Berlix.." the polite German begins, before the Russian interrupts.
"I have TOLD you Doktor! You call me Maxim!" The Russian grins. "Da?" he pushes, causing the medic to sigh.
"Alright.. 'Maxim'.." He continues. "You really enjoy zhis carnage far to much." He murmurs, sighing. The white-coated man grunts, as the resident Texan heartily slaps him on the back, chuckling.

"Awh, C'mon there Erik, let 'im have his fun!" the engineer grins, pulling his goggles on. The medic sighs.
"Don't encourage him Herr-"
"Jacob." The Texan interrupts, his grin widening. The medic rolls his eyes.
"Mm." he murmurs, letting the matter drop.

The sniper glances up over his sunglasses, from sharpening his Kukri.
"Watch it Lee.. 'e looks like 'e's on a mission.." the Aussie murmurs, looking back at his blade, taking a puff of his cigarette. The spy glances up, groaning softly.
"He zertainly does mon ami.." He replies, leant against the wall, the pair standing in the corner of the respawn room. The spy puffs on his own cigarette, preparing himself as the Soldier arrives.
"Men! I do hope you were discussing your tactics?" The man starts, straightening, carrying his rocket launcher upright. "A man with no plan is a dead man! Rem-" he starts, before Allambee cuts him off.
"Yeah, awright mate we get it. Rory wasn't 'aving any of your plannin' speech and neither are we, we ain't dead yet." the sniper sighs. The soldier blinks, his face reddening slightly, causing a wry smirk to cross the spy's features.

"I think what ze sniper means, Monsieur Villiams,-" the spy begins, before being cut off by Arthur.
"Don't give me the 'he means well' crap Bellamy, you know it won't wash." he growls. "If we lose our intel today, I'll be blaming you three." he grumbles stomping off to fiddle with his gun.

"Ignore 'im spooks, I can take care of myself.." Allambee grumbles, inspecting his knife. Bellamy sighs, taking a drag of smoke.
"I merely think ZOMEONE should humour him mon ami, just humour him." the spy sighs.

"3...2...1..GET GOING." The announcer chimes in over the intercom, and the gates open, letting the buzzed teams out to pour havoc upon each other. Edward grins, charging out of the base, double jumping onto the roof of the bridge, the grin never leaving his face. Oliver charges after him, jumping down to the floor, flaming a nearby BLU, laughing manically, holding his flame thrower above his head triumphantly. Arthur sends a couple of BLU's flying back with the spray back from his rockets, a small smile starting to appear, as he jumps away from the rocket of the enemy soldier.
"COME AND GIT SOME!" Rory yells, his voice heavy with his Scottish accent, grinning as he fires a few grenades, letting Maxim swagger past, minigun roaring along with him.
"DAA!" The Russian calls out, a wide grin covering most of his face. Erik can't help but smile as he steps behind the Russian, charging him up with the Medigun.
"Nutt.." the German mutters, stepping to the side as Jacob's sentry takes out a BLU, the bullets whizzing past Erik's ears. Jacob's hearty laugh echoes around the RED base.
"GET BACK ON THE POINT MISTER!" He taunts, grinning as he upgrades his sentry. A small smile tugs at Allambee's lips, as he grasps his first head shot, the enemy heavy. He sighs happily, watching as Bellamy cloaks, hopping into the sewers to sneak into the enemy base. Edward clocks the enemy scout upside the head with his sandman, and sighs happily. The battle had begun, and they were off to a cracking start. Life was good.