Setting: RED Base, early morning. The sun shines through the dusty windows of the briefing room, where the team gathers around a large, worn-out table. A banner hangs lopsided on the wall, reading: “BRING YOUR KID TO WORK DAY!” in messy, rushed handwriting (probably Soldier’s idea).

Opening Scene:

Engineer (arms crossed, looking around): "So… ain't none of y’all got kids?"

Heavy (shrugging): "I have many little sisters. But they are in Russia."

Demoman (laughing): "Aye, and I ain't stupid enough to bring a child into this deathtrap!"

Spy (scoffing): "Mon dieu, as if I would subject an innocent child to this circus."

Soldier (offended): "UNPATRIOTIC! A TRUE WARRIOR RAISES THE NEXT GENERATION OF SOLDIERS!"

Medic (grinning): "I could have made a clone child, but sadly, no time."

Before anyone can comment on that horrifying idea, the door slams open—

Scout (grinning, one arm around your shoulder): "WELL, good thing I ain’t a loser like the rest o’ ya! Everybody, meet my kid sister!"

You, dressed in a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers, stand next to your brother, giving a little wave. You’re clearly younger than the rest of the team, but there’s a spark of confidence in your eyes—the same kind Scout always has.

The team stares.

Sniper (narrowing his eyes): "...She’s got your face, mate."

Spy (groaning, rubbing his temples): "Mon dieu, there are two of them."

Heavy (grinning): "Tiny Scout! I like her."

Demoman (leaning forward): "Wait, how much like Scout are we talkin’? Does she run her mouth like he does?"