Hello everyone! Just thought i'd try my hand at a first person TF2 story, which will, as you know, be told from the Scout's perspective. The idea behind this is to show what things were like at the very beginning of someone joining the fight between RED and BLU. This is supposed to be the Scout from the game, which is why a bit of his accent shows up in the self narration. Hope you enjoy, and leave some feedback please! :D

Chapter 1: What am I Doing?

I remember when I first signed up for dis damn job. The feelings of loneliness and being unwanted are all too fresh in my mind. The only reason I even chose to do dis was because I had nothing else to live for, and nowhere else to go. My own Ma thought I was a failure, and most of my brothers had moved on to bigger and better things. Nineteen isn't exactly what I would call a great age to be goin' in to work for some shady military group, but like I said, I didn't really have any other choice. The name of the company was Builders League United or BLU for short. They told me I would be goin' in to combat ASAP and would be replacing the team's previous Scout, who came to an untimely end when trying to push forward and capture the RED(Reliable Excavation and Demolition)'s last base.

Oh, I suppose that's something I should mention about what I'm gonna be doin'. They shipped me to dis place called Dustbowl. It's some little minin' town out in the middle of a California desert. The heat was a big change from what I was used to back in good ol' Boston, Massachusetts dat's for sure. Anyways, these two companies, BLU and RED, they've been vyin' for control over dis here mining town for some time, and they hire nothin' to live for guys like me to do their dirty work. The pay is decent enough, and we get a one week reprieve every time we complete an objective. Those can range anywhere from taking over vital points within the town to killin' everyone on the opposin' team. Reinforcements ain't much of a problem, since these guys have plenty a soldiers to send in to the fray.

So here I am, fresh on the job, not knowin' anything about just exactly what I'd be up against. I arrived durin' a cease fiah since the BLU's had captured dis here base. I didn't exactly receive a warm welcome, as everyone had gotten to know and appreciate their last Scout, and now here I was, some young kid thinkin' he had what it took to last longer den a few minutes out in the field. Though da truth was that I was scared outta my freakin' mind.

I walked in to the common room inside the base and popped open my can a BONK! Atomic Energy drink. No one seemed to pay me any heed, so I just took a seat in the nearest seat. Everyone just sat there in dead silence; I swear you'd think you were in a wax museum or somethin'.

I took a sip of my drink and cleared my throat, "So, umm, what exactly is all yous guys jobs around here?" I asked trying to break the ice. Nobody gave a response though. It became apparent to me that everyone was still taking their previous loss pretty hard, so I decided to keep my mouth shut.

Things didn't get much better even after everyone had finally come out of their gloomy attitudes. The time soon came for the cease fire to end, and we would all have to head out to the battlefront to try and drive the REDs from the valley.

I remember my first live fire combat situation. This was so unlike the training scenarios they put you through back at boot camp. I could barely keep myself from shakin' in my god damn shoes as the sounds of battle closed in around me. Bullets, rockets, and grenades whizzed passed me at blinding speeds. I dove behind a nearby wooden barrel and held my Scattergun (which was a standard issue weapon for my class) close to my chest. Sweat poured down my face, and I could feel my heart beating at an alarming rate.

The team Sniper ran by and had to take a second glance when he caught sight of me out of the corner of his eye. He ran over to me and pulled me up by the collar of my shirt, "Come get on the point wanker!" he spat in my face before letting me go. I just shook my head and crawled back behind the barrel. He shook his head and wiped his arm across his brow, "Bloody wuss…" I heard him whisper as he headed off to assist our team mates.

A set of speaker's protruding from the wall nearby suddenly clicked on, "You fail! Everybody fall back to the forward base and re-gather your strength!" a raspy, older female voice boomed with much dismay.

I stood up and couldn't help but feel ashamed of myself. I had done absolutely nothing to help my team push forward, and maybe because of that we weren't able to claim the next base. The first of my team mates to come round the corner to head back to our base was the Heavy. He looked up and simply shook his head at me. The Medic and Soldier followed closely behind and didn't even bother looking my way, but I could see the anger on their half hidden faces. The Sniper walked by next, followed by our Engineer and Pyro, and lastly by our Spy and Demoman.

I lowered my head in shame and began the slow trudge back to the base. When I walked in to the common room, everyone threw me the dirtiest look they could muster. I kept my head low and walked right through them towards my private quarters.

I slammed the door behind me as I walked in and threw my equipment against the wall. I slipped out of my blue t-shirt and let it fall to the floor. I placed one hand against the wall and leaned against it for support as I stared in to the mirror on my wall. I could barely even look at myself. My short brown hair was completely matted, a thick layer of dirt covered my face, and my already lanky build looked worse for ware. I pressed my forehead against the glass and sighed.

I heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the wall, so I pressed my ear against it to see if I couldn't make anything out.

"Ze boy is clearly not cut out for zis line of work." I heard Spy say from the other side of the wall.

"Maybe we could put in a request and get him transferred outta here." Engineer suggested.

"Maybe all ze boy needs is some time to adjust to everysing zat ve do here. I read his medical files, and zey say he performed excellently in ze training scenarios." Medic reassured the others. I was glad to hear that at least someone was trying to defend me.

"Training shmaining!" Sniper shouted, "The boy's a bloody disgrace to our previous Scout's name, an' I think he's gonna get one of us killed if he don't suck it up soon!"

"Vat do you expect. He is leetle man, and leetle men do not belong on zis team. Engineer, maybe you could build him diaper changing station!" Heavy joked, which got a chuckle from most everyone.

I pulled my ear away from the wall and let myself fall in to bed. I placed my hand against my forehead and sighed. I'm never gonna get these guys' respect. Maybe I should just put in that transfer request myself, I thought. All I could do now though was shut my eyes and hope I could get some sleep.