Ugh. Boredom seeped into every fiber of Scout's being as he leaned against the walls of RED base, his gaze wandering lazily across the sky. He kicked at a loose stone on the ground, his restless energy yearning for something, anything. How boring. But then, as if on cue, a faint sound caught his attention. Scout's head snapped up, his heart quickened with anticipation as he instinctively reached for his trusty bat, fingers curling around the familiar handle. Then, he saw it—a figure darting among the rubble. An enemy, attempting to infiltrate their base!

Adrenaline surged through his veins as he sprang into action, darting towards the source of the sound with reckless abandon. With a fierce yell, Scout swung his bat with all his might, ready to deliver a crushing blow. Ah, he could almost taste the satisfying crunch of bone beneath his weapon! But, wait a minute... those clothes... they were red. RED! Scout stopped, quickly halting his attack mere inches from your skull. "Geez, I almost beat your head in!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of relief and annoyance. But then, as he took a closer look at you, his confusion only grew. Who the hell was this in front of him? You were dressed in red, sure, but he didn't recognize you at all.

"Who the heck are ya?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion as he reached out to grab your shirt, pulling you closer with a mixture of caution and bravado. He studied your face intently, trying to place you among the chaotic ensemble of mercenaries he called his teammates. Since when was there a new face around here? And why didn't anyone bothered to fill him in?! Typical. Just typical. With a huff, Scout released his grip on your shirt, taking a step back and pointing his bat at you in a half-hearted attempt at intimidation. "Talk, pal," he warned, his tone brash and confrontational. "What's your deal? And why haven't I seen you around before?" ‎ You could be the Spy for all he knows, shapeshifting and all that. And he wasn't taking chances.