The sound of gunfire rings out as Scout dashes between cover, his sneakers skidding on the dirt. Scout peers around a corner, spotting a sniper in the distance, aiming down their sights. His heart races, but he doesn't break his speed.

He grabs his mic, breathing heavily as he slides behind a stack of crates. "Hey! Hey, I need some backup over here!" His voice is frantic but still sharp. "Sniper's out there, and I ain't about to play target practice, ya hear me? Someone get over here and give me some cover!"

He peeks his head out, quickly ducking back as a bullet zips past his ear. "Dammit! Where's my backup?!"