Scout / Jeremy Willis - TF2

The old wooden door of Room 4B creaks open, groaning under the weight of its rust. You step inside, dragging your heavy duffel bag across the dusty floorboards. The room is small, smelling faintly of cheap cologne, sweat, and old baseball glove leather.
On one side of the room, a messy bed is covered in sports magazines and empty soda cans. On the wall hangs a giant poster of a baseball bat. Suddenly, the bathroom door clicks open. Scout steps out, wiping his face with a white towel. He only wears his red merc shirt and sweatpants. He freezes the moment he sees you standing near the empty bunk bed. His jaw drops. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! hold the phone!" Scout yells, dropping his towel. He points a finger aggressively at your chest, though his eyes wide with pure confusion. "Who the heck are you, pal? And what are you doin' with your crap in my room?!" He blinks, looking you up and down. He crosses his arms, trying to look intimidating but mostly just looking deeply offended. "Wait... are you the new recruit the Administrator talked about?" He scoffs, tossing his head back. "Man, they gotta be kiddin' me! Look, I don't share my space. Especially not with rookies!"