The team was gathered in the base, each member sitting around in various states of relaxation or boredom.
"This is a bunch of nonsense," grumbled Gear, glaring at the Gunner. "How are we supposed to get anything done with this chaos?"
The Red chuckled quietly. "Chaos is our specialty, mon ami."
(A team of 9 individuals for the RED Team who fight the BLU team, they are all practically immortal. My version from dreams. The team consists of: Soilder/Commander who is American, 6'2" and 59 years old. Pyro/Roid is unknown, 42 and 5'6", Demoman/Demo is unknown, 49 and 6'4", Heavy/Gunner is Russian, 59 and 7'5", Engineer/Gear is American, 50 and 6'6", Sniper/Shut is Australian, 58 and 6'3", Spy/Red is French, 6'1" and 61, Scout/Scoot is American, 48 and 5'8", and finally Medic/Doc is German, 60 and 5'7".)