(I do not own TF2 and Sniper, Scout, Demo, Soldier, Pyro, Engie, Spy, Medic, Heavy, etc. Only my character and this story too.)
I stood by my door, looking back at my living room. Or what's left of it. I made a small smile. "Bye, old home."
I left my empty house, heading straight towards the desert.
It has been an hour since I left home and I miss it already. I still continue my way towards my location, taking a big gulp from my water bottle. I arranged my backpack and tipped my hat. The shade helped cool my face a little. It is really hot since, of course, I'm here in the middle of the desert. I got a little tired but that's not going to stop me from going.
Another hour has past and I noticed something red.
I jogged a little. 'Almost there.' I thought.
Another few feet and here I am. I ran under the roof of this red base. I grinned.
All thanks to that little work out I did back at home, I didn't have to worry about passing out in the middle of no where. Under the heat.
I grabbed my almost empty bottle and drank of what's left.
I huffed and sat on the stairs under the roof, resting for a little while. I looked around, seeing that the roofs are red. I should be in the right base... I rested for a few minutes, wiping the sweat off my brow before hearing someone with an accent.
"Oi. Who're you?!" I turned my head, and jumped in surprise to see that person holding a sniper rifle and wearing that cool hat.
Anyway, I jumped, bringing my hands up in the air in surrender, "Whoa whoa, there! Mister, put that rifle away. Keep that thing-"
"I asked who are you." I sighed.
"I'm Castiel Quinn. The new associate? I'm sure your administrator told you guys...?" I calmed down a little.
"Oh. So you're 'him', then, aye?" I rolled my eyes.
"Of course." He chuckled, lowering his rifle.
"A'right. Show me your papers... Then I'll let ye enter."
I grabbed my backpack, setting it on my knee. I searched for my papers, handing them to him. He grabbed it and nodded.
"A'right, cmon." He motioned me to follow, handing me back my papers. "The name's Sniper, by the way."
"Thank you... Mr. Sniper." I sighed in relief.
"Just Sniper, tis a'right." He said nothing after that and led the way. I followed, looked up and saw someone watching from the window. I frowned and ignored it.
So... I was greeted with loud laughter and glass shattering. They didn't seem to be paying any attention to us.
"Ey!" Sniper tried to get their attention.
"Shut it, maggots!" A voice boomed. I noticed a man who just looked like he's the soldier with a hard helmet just covering his eyes. I frowned and looked at the rest of the group.
One of them with a big ass machine. One with a huge needle. One with a patch over his eye. One with a mask, his eyes and mouth not even showing. One with another mask and is smoking. And one with a yellow building helmet.
"Ello..." I say.
"Who's that little wee lass?" The cyclops said.
"I'm-"
"She looks small." Uh no. I'm only 5'5 or taller...
I was going to go and introduce myself for the second time but, I keep getting interrupted.
"Oi! Will ye settle down, now!? She's Castiel Quinn, the new associate!" Sniper yelled.
"Ah! I thought she be taller." I face palmed.
"Ey, where's Scout?" Sniper asked.
"Leetle man forgot something and went to his room." The big guy said, eating his sandwich with a nom nom nom.
"Ah, geez." Sniper sighed.
After hours of being here, Sniper led me to my room and this 'scout' still hasn't appeared yet. I wondered who he is. I asked Sniper.
"He's more of a wanker who has an attitude." I raised my eyebrow.
"Huh..."
"I also think that he might be from where ye live. It did say on your paper that ye were born in Boston?"
"Yea. Pretty much, but then I moved when I turned 20." I shrugged.
"I see. Well then..." He looked around, "The bloody hell did that idiot went off to, anyway..."
"This kid, how does he look like?"
"He wore dog tags and has a cap on. Ye should be able to know who he is, since ye 'ave met everyone but 'im." I nodded slowly. "Oh and he pretty much wore a leather string bracelet with a little small star dangling about. Kind o' like yours." I look down at my wrist. A little orange star.
"Alright then... Well... Whoever this guy is, I should get the chance to see him today." I crossed my arm. Wait a minute... Star?
"Just a thought, sheila, but do ye have any siblings?"
I raised my eyebrow at him. "Ya. A little brother. Why'd you ask?"
"Thought so..." Hm... May curiosity kill the cat... Not literally. "Well... I best be going now. See ye." He pat on my head with a chuckle.
I tilt my head, as he left, "See ya, Sniper." I am now left alone with the other teammates.
The first person who walked up to me is the guy with the needles. Well... He put those away. "Hallo. You're Ms. Quinn, I presume." He looked at me and I nodded.
"Cass is okay, Mister..."
"Medic. You may call me ze Medic. Now. We shall head to ze lab and have some tests before you went off to the battlefield."
"Okay... Medic." This guy must be from Germany...
We head to his lab and it's bloody. Not really but it's bloody.
So we did run a few tests like seeing how capable I am in battle. He tested my blood and such.
Time elapsed and it getting close to night time. I'm done here.
"Danke very much for cooperating with me, Fraulein." I nodded.
"No prob."
"I must say, Cass... Your blood seems similar to Scout's..." He look through my papers. Again, really?
"Tell me, Medic. Who is this Scout? Why does Sniper think that Scout and I have something to do with whatever it is? Could he be related to me or what?"
"Maybe. According to ze results... Ah. I see. You really need to meet Scout. Have a discussion with him. Maybe zhat is vhy he's not showing up at this time." He glanced at me.
No freaking way... I need to find this guy. I'm hoping he's not who I think he is.
I turned around and started stomping my way out of the lab. I stopped myself. "Ah. Thanks, Medic again! It's a pleasure to meet ya."
"Likewise, Cass." He replied back.
Now, Scout. Let's find out if you really are who I think you are. Why have you been ignoring me these past few hours?
I started to ask my new other teammates about Scout and they said that he could be in his room. The guy with the yellow helmet, also know as the Engineer or Engie and he's from Texas, led me to where Scout's room is. How kind of him.
"Thanks, Engie."
"No problem, Cass. Now, if I'm right, he should be in his room." I nodded, kind of nervous AND a bit... Well... Zealous. I think that's the right word...
"Hey, Scout. Are you in there? There's someone you should..." He opened the door and no one seems to be home...
"Huh... Where did he go...?" I entered and went to look around his room.
I noticed pictures of what seems to be his family. One of the pictures looked like it has been ripped. I picked the picture frame up to examine the picture. It looked familiar... VERY familiar.
I suddenly felt anger inside me. My grasp tighten on the frame, nearly cracking the glass.
"Hey! What are ya doin in-" I turned my head around to see...
A kid. Wearing that freaking cap. Wearing the freaking dog tags. Also... Wearing that... Star.
No. What...
"What the-" His eyes widen when he looked at me.
I look back at him with a blank look, but deep inside. I was kind of pissed off.
(HOPE YE ALL LIKE IT. I tried to keep all of their personalities the way they should be. If you like I can do more chapters and that's what I'm going to do. I do not own the game but I own my own character.)