The Scout opened his eyes slowly letting the light creep in, making its way to his brain to say-
"GET UP YOU LAZY PIECE OF SCUM WE GOT SHIT TO SORT OUT!"
the soldier slammed his fist against the door making a annoying banging sound. Well there goes the peaceful morning. The scout forced his blue eyes open as the man screamed out to other unlucky members of the team.
The scout hadn't even bothered get out of his 'uniform' last night, knowing he would just have to get up early in the morning and put it back on.
He scrambled out of bed and shoved his hat on before opening the door to see the other members of his team lined up single row down the hall. He was quickly grabbed by the collar of his shirt and thrown behind the Pyro who was standing in the back of the line.
Something was up soldier didn't do this every morning- he was usually to tired himself. ( he would NEVER admit it know matter what you offered him)
"TWO THINGS ARE MISSING TODAY MMMMMMMAGOTS AND I WANT TO KNOW WHERE THEY ARE! ONE-IS MY SHOVEL! TWO IS LESS IMPORTANT, BUT IM GOING TO SAY THE BASTARDS NAME ANYWAYS, THE BLU ENGINEER HAS GONE MISSING, AND I KNOW ATLEAST ONE OF YOU KNOW WHERE HE IS!"
the Soldier eyed all of the team members threw his loose helmet Placed on top of his head. As soon as his eyes met to Scouts, a sickened look Grew onto his old face. Scouts stomach knotted as the soldier stopped in front of him.
The Soldier drew his face closer making Sure scouts full attention was on him. "do you know where he is?"
Soldier believed the scout knew something. He hissed lowly at the boy. the scout was quickly snapped out of thought when the Soldier grabbed the young mans shirt and sending him flying back against the hard metal wall. Everyone jumped a bit as the sickening sound of his head making contact with the Metal wall filled their ears.
one thing for sure they didn't want to be in his shoes, so they just kept their mouths shut.
"DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?"
the soldier glared daggers at the young man that was now Groaning and holding his head in pain.
"WELL ITS NOT! CAN YOU BUILD A DISPENSER? CAN YOU MAKE A SENTRY!"
the scout held his head as it throbbed and stung from the soldiers loud voice booming in his ears like a cannon firing inside his head.
"NO! HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD DO THAT!"
why was he blaming him? What did he do? The soldiers voice Pounded in the scouts ears as he tried to block it out. The medic looked extremely worried about the boy but he didn't dare move yet in risk of getting his head hit against the concrete floor and not being able to help the scout at all.
The Soldier spoke very quite on his next words and he hid his face away from the world, pulling his helmet low.
"well its not..."
his voice was lost the angry tone now it was something else. He turned quickly and left the room.
As soon as the clicking of his boots could no longer be heard everyone started whispering quietly to one another and medic rushed over to the scout.
"are you okay hurr scout?" the scout Opened his eyes that had been screwed shut in pain.
"Doc im dizzy as hell." the scout said slowly trying to get his focus back to normal.
"no scout don't ztruggle just close your eyes. Heavy help me carry Scout to zee infirmary?" the medic
ordered the scout and asked the heavy.
"da doktor." the large Russian bent down and scooped the Scout up in his arms making his way over to the big white doors of the infirmary as medic had ordered.
"what was that dude talkin'bout?" the scout asked hoping someone or anyone would have an answer for him.
"Soldier's crazy tiny leetle scout. No mess with him until you big man." the Heavy replied quietly laying the Scout down in one of the beds lined up against the walls.
"Yeah...Crazy..." the scout opened his eyes a little to see the giant man looking down at him. his large features didn't match his kind heart at all, he looked like a large killing machine but he really wasn't. He was a kind and gentle man, on and off the battle field. More like some giant teddy-bear with a minigun.
"mean Gilbert probably knows where shorter Smart man is." the Heavy scowled as he looked away from the scout over to the medics desk. "Gilbert? Who's Gilbert?" the scout started to ask but was never answered for medic walked in quickly pulling out his medical equipment and rushing over to scout to fix his wound.
As the medic worked, the scout Thought about the soldier. That was one weird man.
And how could he go from being all up in his face to running away like that? Soldier was NOT the type of guy to run away from a fight...so why did he?
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His hands shook as he waited for the Gate to open his body taking in the consequences of drinking 'BONK!'.
his hand twitched a little as he placed his pointer finger on the trigger of the scatter gun, the metal was cold as ice even though the weather was burning hot. But all this was gonna pay off when all those chuckle nuts saw his team win.
"I'm gonna run circles round'them bastards." he repeated to himself causing a few of the team members to stare at him.
"bloody Crazy thot one is." the Sniper scoffed flicking his hat up so it was no longer blocking his eyes. Tilting his sun glasses down he glanced at the pyro. in a second he was walking out the gate that had just sprung open leaving the rest of the teammate's behind.
The scout quickly dashed off towards red base,
"get da'case, get da'case, get da'case," the scout repeated to himself as he shot by other men getting ready to do what they had to do according to their plan.
"get da'case, get da'case, get da-" he was running like a cheetah (or a wild bunny bunny having a seizure) right before he slammed into someone at full speed causing him to stumble over and roll a few feet away, and the bonk was at the end of it's limit and wore off.
"damn it!" he grabbed his eye that had just collided with something cold and hard as he tried to look up he saw the cause of his sudden collision.
He saw the Red pyro gripping the Snout to its gas mask.
He had rammed face first into the red pyro and didn't even notice he was to busy going over his plan?
Well anyways time was up when the pyro decided to grab its flare gun and rapidly shoot at the scout.
He let out a scream of pain as the hard parts of the shell broke off against his skin and His body burst into flame.
the pyro with a satisfied look on its face.
"Fuck'n Ugly ass, Fire secreting, Mumbling Bastard" The Scout mumbled as he held his black eye.
"Fire secreting?" the sniper mocked the Scouts words as he grabbed a bottle from the refrigerator and made his way to the table scout sat at.
They had lost the fight today and knowone on BLU team was in much of a mood. They where usually brought down by red team, But this was one of there horrible days. They almost won.
Well kind of, The sniper was leaning back most of the time doing something like reading or watching to make sure know one stole his piss. The pyro kept getting caught by the Red soldier and blown into tiny bits allover the field.
The soldier was screwing around by the fence most of the day starring off into nothing, the demoman was to drunk to even walk and he had to have been killed at least 18 times.
the spy was doing god knows what, the Engineer was god knows where,and knowone was really in the game today.
"shut up! Don't act like you where a big help!" the scout spat.
"and you where?" the Aussies words made the scout furious.
"ATLEAST I DID SOMETHING!" the Scout shouted causing the Soldier to take notice.
"like what run around waving that little bat like an idiot?" the Sniper mimicked the hand gestures of
swinging a Bat just to annoy scout even more. It was working.
"ATLEAST I DONT COLLECT MY OWN PISS AND SAVE IT IN JARS!"
"'LEAST' IM NOT A WANKA'!"
"ATLEAST I DONT LIVE IN A FREAKING VAN!"
"ATLEAST IM NOT A MAMMAS BOY!"
"YES YOU ARE YOU PISS HOARDER!LEAST I DONT KISS MY PILLOW!"
the scout quickly added in not wanting to miss a chance to Insult.
"LEAST I DONT-" The snipers words where interrupted by the loud crack of thick rubber slapping against the table in front of them. They both looked to see soldier holding his riding crop and looking angry at the two men before him.
"WHO STARTED THIS FIGHT MEN?" both the Aussie and the Bostonian pointed to each other trying to blame one another.
"EH!...Sniper...who started this?" the soldier asked.
"the...scout did sir.." the Aussie didn't want to end up the way the pyro did its first day here.
"well why didn't you hit um?" the soldier asked casually putting his hands behind his back and rocking back and fourth on his heels.
The sniper looked at the scout and loosened up a bit. but before he could answer the soldier said again,
"why didn't you hit um?" to the other smaller man this time.
"i-" the scout was interrupted by The soldiers voice again.
"go on Scout. Hit him." the scout stood there, he didn't want to hit him. Even if he was mad.
The scout glanced at sniper before thinking,
what the hell Is wrong with this dude? Than in a split second there was a throbbing sting in the side of his head, and he was on the floor holding his swollen cheek,
"W-WHAT THE FUCK MAN!" he looked up to see the Soldier smiling that insane joyful smile of his.
The scouts face had a big welt from the disciplinary Action hitting against him causing his face to swell stinging painfully. The sniper watched as the boy held his face in pain.
"god damn it don't be such a pussy you lifeless worm."