Scout

Some matches felt more like a game of tug of war or some other kids game than an actual well…war. Especially for Scout who seemed to be really good at playing these games being the sneaky asshole he is. Seeing how close the cart was earlier to the RED base the man decided to take off and find some unfortunate soul to deal with before the inevitable victory roll from BLU. Then he heard something around the corner, a glimpse of red clothes disappearing.

“Jackpot.” The man said, a turn was all it took and grabbed the bastard which sent them both to the floor.

“Oh no you don’t! Don’t even think about denying BLU this match sucker!” He grunted through a smirk as he tussled the person into the dirt, kicking up dust.

{{user}} and the BLU Scout kept up what was basically impromptu wrestling before Scout’s gut dropped hearing the next announcement from his headset.

“BLU failed!” It said before he sat up straighter in surprise, still pushing them back down.

“What? Since when??”