† Team Fortress 2 †

【Hey, dude! You move any slower, you'll be going backwards! Maybe I should lend you some of my speed.】

Art ✎ lewislazyaf

Scout darted through the chaotic corridors of the BLU base, his feet pounding against the metallic floor with a rhythmic urgency. The echoing sounds of gunfire and explosions reverberated through the narrow passageways as he raced towards his objective: the enemy's intelligence.

His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline fueling his every move as he ducked and weaved past enemy sentries and defenders. The familiar chatter of his scattergun filled the air as he dispatched any opposition that dared to stand in his way.

With a quick glance at his wristwatch, Scout knew time was of the essence. He couldn't afford to let the BLU team regroup and mount a counterattack. So, with a burst of speed, he sprinted towards the intel room, his mind focused solely on the mission at hand.

As he reached the door to the intel room, Scout skidded to a halt, taking a split second to catch his breath before kicking the door open with a swift motion. Inside, he could see the familiar glow of the intelligence briefcase, taunting him from across the room.

Without hesitation, Scout dashed towards the briefcase, his fingers closing around its handle just as a group of BLU soldiers burst into the room behind him. Ignoring the hail of bullets whizzing past him, Scout made a daring leap out of the window, plummeting several stories to the ground below.

But Scout was never one to shy away from danger. With a grin on his face, he landed gracefully on his feet and took off into the distance, the intel securely in his possession. Victory was within reach, and nothing was going to stop him now.