A/N:
So peeps, this is my first ever fanfic, based off one of my favorite games, TF2! Main character here will be Scout, default name, no OC name except on occasion for certain parts of the story. I hope you guys will like this even just a little bit, I'm not the best writer and I certainly got not beta-reader (I honestly don't want one), but I got some decent grammar and typing speed so here we go!
(All of this is in different POV in either second or third-person, Enjoy!)
Chapter 1: Prologue
(Nobody's POV)
Teufort was a barren place; full of thorny bushes and light tumbleweeds bouncing along the path. It was quiet and not a single man was out under the burning rays of the Sun. The only exception was a few birds hopping along and the sound of beeping from the RED's mini sentries lining the vacant train tracks. Of course, Teufort would never be allowed such peace for much longer than an hour with the people that inhabited its grounds. As the Sun rose higher into the sky, a woman's voice, one holding a tone of great authority, spoke out; heard by all within the enclosed space of Teufort.
The second the sirens rang, signaling another part of the ever-lasting battle between the teams of BLU and RED, gunshots rang out. Rockets flew through the air, ending with explosions raining down burning debris and ripping screams out of unfortunate members of their opposing team as limbs were flung in every direction. Each member cried out with either pain or confidence as they were destroyed and returned through the repetitive process of respawn. Not a single bit of Teufort had ever stayed clean of any mercenary's blood, but with the respawn came the disappearance of the mercenary's blood; not a single bit of physical evidence left of a temporary death.
However, that was but only the previous image of a once exhilarating battleground. Now, under the presence of mercenaries never aged, Teufort was left with only the sound of a dry breeze; metal bolts rolling along as the rain washed away months old blood that had caked into thick stains on the walls of the abandoned Mann Co., not a single bit of life present with the exception of a few insects. After all, there was no longer a war to battle with the two brother Blutarch and Redmond to fight for. The mercenaries only fought for their absolute survival with no respawn available to save them from an impending death.
RED had gone against the BLU's yet again with a great disadvantage on their side. They didn't work for Gray Mann and they certainly have the Machine Army to back them up, even with Gray Mann's death, they were not out of danger quite yet. It wasn't long before tragedy struck and RED lost a member to the Machines; the RED Scout, who had been defending the BLU Engineer out of an attempt to show forgiveness. Of course, Scout had picked the worst time to wipe off his arrogant side for a bit. It wasn't till his final breath did he realize what terrible luck he had. In his mind, he was truly just an idiotic brat who chose to do good things at the wrong time. Well… Now that was something to think over in the afterlife. About what an idiot he was.