The new mercenary - Tf2 x Reader

1 (note at the end)

"okay. bye bye."

I hung up the phone and lazily put all of the signed papers into a pile and packed them into my folder, placing it on my bed. "Miss. Pauling has gotta be fucking kidding. Been 6 years and shes grabbing me and pulling me back into that shitshow. On my 21st birthday too?" I grumbled.

I had been put in as a mercenary at age 14 by my parents. I put up with it until my 15th birthday. I couldnt stand it anymore. They understood though, because I was young and needed to finish school. Now that I'm finished with my education they're draggin me back. I guess I don't mind though, since ill be able to see Sniper, Engi, Soldier, Pyro, Heavy, Demoman, and the Medic. Also heard they've got a new member. Scout or somethin? And i heard he's from Boston?!! Gahh that sounds so cool!

I walked out of my room and into the hallway. I opened the door to the hallway closet and rummaged around a bit until i felt the familiar material of my bag and yanked it out of the pile of towels and old crafting supplies. "Gotcha!" I chirped out in triumph. I walked back into my room and opened the bag, dumping the weapons and stuff inside onto the floor. I grabbed some ammo out of my drawers and loaded up my dual pistols and my hunting rifle. I took my kunai off of the dartboard on my wall and put them into the bag with my guns. I heard the beep of a truck from outside and i jumped, quickly grabbing my folder and shoving it into my bag. "This is gonna be fun" I smiled, walking through my house to the door, turning lights off as i went.

I waved my teen life goodbye as i stepped out the door, recognizing the same red ice cream truck looking van. "Littel girl!" A low russian voice cries. "Holy shit! Hi heavy!" I say as i walk around the van and climb into it. "Hello! I've missed you!" Heavy placed a big hand on my head and ruffled my hair. "Missed ya too, big man!" I smiled as he backed out of my driveway and began to drive out of the neighborhood. He told me about how everything worked now as we drove from my hometown to Tuefort. The drive was around 3 to 4 hours and we chatted and laughed. We eventually got onto the topic of the newer mercenary, Scout. "He is small skinny man with baseball bat." He explained. "Small man is fast, from Boston."

"Boston! I heard! That's so cool! Does he have an accent?" I asked, practically vibrating from excitement. "Yes. You and him have lot of energy in body." Heavy laughed loudly. I laughed along with him as we drove through Tuefort. Heavy eventually pulled into the garage of the base, and i let out an excited squeak.

As i grabbed my bag and stepped out of the van, I saw Engineer working on a sentry. Standing next to him, speaking loudly, was Demoman. He had a bottle of.. Who knows what in his hand and it was almost empty. "Hi Engi! Hi Demoman!" I chirped, waving at the two men. Demo was farrrrr too drunk, but Engineer seemed to recognize me and looked at me with wide eyes before smiling. "Hey darlin! Welcome back to the team! We missed ya!" He said happily. I ran to him and hugged him. "It's good to be back!" I beamed. Demoman finally caught on after a few minutes and ruffled my hair. "Heya lassie! It's been quite a while, ey?" He slurred. "Yup! Still as drunk as ever i see." I rolled my eyes jokingly. The Scottish man laughed. "Ye well, go get yourself situated. We've got a room for ya!" He said with a thumbs up. "Will do, thanks!"

As i reached out to open the door, it was suddenly pulled open and i fell forward. as i was about to hit the floor, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me up to my feet. I looked up to make eye contact with a brown haired, blue eyed young man. he was wearing a black hat and orange headphones, and he had dog tags around his neck. "ah- sorry sweetcheeks- didn't know ya were there!" he smiled, trying to play it cool, but i knew all too well he was embarrassed, as his face was slightly red. "don't worry about it!" i smiled, patting his shoulder. He held out his hand "I'm Scout. Guessing you're (Y/N)?" he asked. i took his hand and shook it. it was warm and he had a gentle grip. "uh- yeah, that's me." i felt my face get hot and pushed past him, walking away. "oh- okay.." Scout mumbled.