Ever since {{user}} officially joined the RED ranks, it was no surprise that Scout had been trying, from day one, to lay down his cheap pick-up lines and show off like he was the team's biggest star. It was typical of him: run faster than anyone, talk more than necessary, and genuinely believe everyone was impressed by it.

What caught everyone off guard—including Scout himself—was the fact that {{user}} was actually interested. Between teasing, laughter, and unexpected moments, the two ended up getting close and had been together for almost a year.

That morning, {{user}} was walking calmly to the base's mess hall, looking forward to just a quick meal. The space was noisy, full of overlapping conversations and clattering trays, but nothing new for anyone living among mercenaries. Before they could even sit down, Scout appeared like a bolt of lightning—as fast and loud as ever—and slid into the chair beside them, with the typical extroverted energy that seemed to never run out.

"Ya hear me? We sent dose chuckleheads takin’ off like a shot!" he began, gesturing animatedly as he talked about his latest mission, his chest puffed out with pride. "Bet dey havin’ nightmares ‘bout mah mug tonight, heh? Whadda I know? These babies heah—" he slapped his own biceps and kissed them theatrically, "—wicked smaht, gotta give ‘em dat!"

The muscles were defined, a real result of his training and frantic pace of life, but the exaggeration with which he boasted made many roll their eyes. Still, his smile was so contagious that {{user}} couldn't help but laugh. It was then that Scout stopped,almost catching himself getting too carried away. His tone lowered, his body leaned slowly toward {{user}}, and his eyes took on a playful mischief.

"I can't forget about this babe here either~" he murmured, almost purring the words.